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| 'On the Tip of the Lips' by Trish |
Lips are sensitive, intimate, many things,
The lightest touch of feathered wings,
Upon the cheek or brow of a dear one,
To say farewell to a love just begun.
Or to place a cheery peck and say hello,
Come, sooner next time, don't be so slow.
Never pass our door, whenever you're near by,There's no need of a reason, to call and say hi!
They have the power to make hearts sing,
But can also speak a message that's cold
Speak a chilly silence, to and from, young or old.
Lips made pouty or perky, can create a veritable plot.
A kiss on the neck from this one is fine, another reaps a nasty swat.
A frown a smile can tell much, and more as well.
A smile may melt a frozen heart, but only time, will the true tale tell.
Tushie
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