lips

The portal of blessings and curses.

When I open you I am overwhelmed by moisture.

I try to control your flow and everything still goes wrong.

I see the view and it’s “juicy”,

I’m wishing my usage to be more choosey with no regards to the sound of how foolish...

I wrap em around his mass,

And there I experience bliss.

I gloss them up so they shine, they spent plenty years dying.

It’s two pair of them,

treat them right.

Be the light because without your shine, there’d be no vision!

Harness your voice cause there will never be another, I get it from my mother.

Cut you with my words but I’ll confuse you by the gentleness of my lip. You’re hipped, one wrong move and you’re clipped.