Curious Lips Pt. 2
You just got the skin cookie-cut off you!
Smooch lock, suction; oral combustion… I do as the French do.
Specifying time to charm passing trade winds with aroused particles of you.
Lips go touring lipids, boring cupids never did, have a sense of humor.
These cumbersome conversational membrane endings end with plosives cosmic enough to leave you in tumors and even their appendages.
Rather than hives… I do as the French do.
If this kiss should die, I’d reach out to ask my Facebook friends to supply me with hearts; you know like Candy Crush lives?!
Duck basting salinity over the action of onomatopoetic kisses; I do as the French do.
Bless them in blandness, savory the natural essences.
I love you.