And of her lips I'll tell you a tale
Red as roses and not pale
Thick but soft, as if Butter,
Coated with cream making you flutter
And on your lips it feels warm and wet
Lips like these you cannot get
And taste it feels as though sweet
And you feel their texture to be neat
When she comes, and grabs and gnaws
A joyous pain it does cause
And you feel her lick and suckle
In her tongue you feel no ruckle
And as she goes, your hand she grips
That is the tale of her lips
