Lips

Lips that are so sweet,

So lovely that I drean ot them

in my sleep,

They're so soft as a sheep's wool,

Your lips leave me hot than cold,

My lips to yours is my desire,

Your lips to mine are burning fire,

My lips the beauty taste of love,

When yours glide like a dove's,

To taste your lips upon mine is satisfly true,

With those lips I'll shall be blue.