Kisses are like lollipops,
the longer you lick them,
the wetter they get, and
the wetter they are, the
more delicious they become.
But lollipops arenít kisses, they
refuse to kiss back, give me wet
lips instead, your wet lips, the wetter,
the better, so delicious, so becoming.
January morn, red sunrise like your
two lips, pouting for my warmth.