I Paint Your Lips
J
James McLain
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With soft caress gentlest shade
of honey suckle rose.
The dew from the morning next
settles in the corner of
your lips I graze inside
of you crazed
I smell you and your as fine as
the last dropp of
my wine.
Drink it well.
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