These are my lips.
These lips are big lips.
They need more open space
to wrap them selves around.
They don't fit onto
smug pouty little pretty faces,
These lips
are full wide and free lips.
They don't like to be kept empty.
Wet these lips have never been without,
they move up north
when they want to
they go south when they need to.
I smile as you wish it were you.
Mine are rich pink firm
hard to grasp lips
and these mighty lips,
have sunk more than
their share of ships.
Lips that are tragic.
Lips that are magic.
Lips that are never loose.
Would you could but to know them.
They pull the oil right out of the ground,
and on a man they will never be found.
