Sweet Lips

door to passion a svelte pink lace fine lined sensuous haven sensitive as a mollusk shy like an Oriental country belle warm as a newborn babe craving for mummy's swollen breast door to passion, hottest Assamese chillies sting, set to fire a woman's heart like equinox Sun tempest in the calm of space only eyes would give away lips to experience its tremour door to passion a black woman's thick erotic pouty loads deceptive as chameleon manoevre through them and you see ivory white towers bordering an orifice of ecstatic desires