Red Endeavor of Juicy Lips
Hills and valleys in a white cast
Red endeavor of juicy lips
Soft and pillowy twins
With hands that guide you through rough winds
Standing grounds of pure and unknown
Knees bending to an angle like bow and arrow
Thunderstorms and shivers of pleasure streams
Everything drops quiet and it’s hard to breathe
Her eyes start to tear as her voice begins to tear
A strong hold to each others bodies as me kiss our lips and swear
Shy whispers join the bed and curly hair embraces with swift caress
Hands go where the eyes become blind and faces and sounds act as our only guide.
This poem will be open to the depths of the human mind and pleasure dreams.
