Lips.

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The dangerous curve of your  lips,
Cause the swing of my hips,
They dare me to make a move,
And bring my heart back in tune,
I can sense your evil smile,
Though I haven't looked in a while,
The way you bite them,
The lights seem to go dim,
I know you don't look at mine,
Which is just fine,
I can stare at yours all day,
Though I won't get my way,
I want to feel them against my own,
Wishing our relationships grown,
I want to take your kiss,
And never have to miss,
But, this is not meant to be,
This us, is not a we.

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