Red Lips, Pink Lips, Black Lips

Red Lips, are one plan and the fires they light burn too hot..Pink lips, cause me too shiver. When seen through transparent windows, and coiled and fresh like the oyster, they are. And black lips shake me too my core, and say things, that i need you to hear me say. Front or back, in between they all set me up. And they move me like rain back and forth. The tounge brings me down and your hand brings me up from my knees. That privilege of full lips is not lost on me, it's a simple matter of my pride.