Its not just a stick!
But,a cylindrical shaped pleasure-
Right from those erotic human hands,
Mixing every little ingredient.
With a tinge of shine!
It kissed my lips and devoured the flesh in a raw manner,
Giving it the color of scarlet red.
It gained ground on entering a duet with my harlot red lipsticks
Which had long been festooning my vanity box.
It took the advantage of the situation and ousted all those lip sticks,
One by one.
It got to kiss me hard,
A penalty for being the
ultimate winner.
It tantalized me,
Trying to suck in all the moisture which my faded lips could offer.
My lips are pink
But, it gave me a new red.
It still couldn't leave the pleasure which my lower lip had to offer.
It mingled with the upper lip as perfectly as the two lovers bidding all their moralities goodbye and making that nude love on the streets.
Love knows no morality.
Passion does not even come
with those disposable signs
of fear.
It teased every little bubble formed by that human saliva
It wasn't even thinking of a threesome!
It added some chocolate to my dry mouth
To which my dashing counterpart got attracted and kissed me very hard.
Until I gasped to breathe.
It gave me a fruit flavour which I ate alone-
Out of my own selfish nature.
I was helpless.
I had to taste heaven!
I had to lick the remnants all around trying to make those glitters embossed in its surface,
Moan for a moment of respite!
Some of it have already succeeded in entering my mouth,and landing up in my stomach
Trying to give way to a spark
And ignite the soul to run to the store
And get several more lip balms.
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