Lips as sweet as honey
With just a salty touch
Lips that whisper words
I love to hear so much
Lips that hold me captive
Within my prisoned wish
Lips that draw me near them
Soft enough to kiss
lips to the back of the heed on this one...
There was a young surfer called Dan, from Northumbria d'ya ken man!
He went to the isles, raised lots of smiles making love to a sheep in his van.
I think we know who the poetry daddy is don't we!!! ;)
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