Lipstick lover, pursed and shuttered,
Scent of salt and moist-filled utters,
Supple luster, pushed asunder.
Tickle sweet and coax a-flutter,
Lick the sap that spills from under,
Sticky slime of sugar plundered.
Feel my stubble, lips-a flutter.
Baby shakes with all that wonder.
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