Perfect Lips

She has perfect lips
Never too dry
Never too wet
(Of course)
She needs no lipstick
She is perfect pink
Recursively perfect
Lips parted in unspoken invitation
Lips pursed – in preparation
For a perfect kiss
For a penetration
For a playful probing
And – perhaps – a pulsing pleasure
And – perhaps – a pouring of praise
From her perfect lips

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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