My lips

lips

 

Bright lips of crimson
Drips with your power and might
Firm contours of truth
Unwavering in the storm

 
Tender lips of delight
Springs up with the moisture of your presence
Deep wells of living water
I want to indulge me

 
Zealous lips
Fiery passion burning
The taste of heat and waves
The light of dawn
To declare your praises

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