The white porcelain cup,with your lips mark on it,
A souvenir kept on the desk,where I spend most of my time,
While hands are busy,painting you,
Or drawing designs for you,that can match you and your style,
Serious,funky, funny and cool, beautiful,sexy,alluring every gaze..
Still the lip marks left on white porcelain,it's my favourite..
It keeps reminding me,how those lips tastes..
Sometimes drunk with coffee,sometimes in alcohol,sometimes spicy,
Sometimes just sweet,as you are..
