Ode to my lips
You sit on my face
My hand lifts up and you get excited
I lick you waiting for the taste of food
You bite the candy I eat
You love it
You move to the words I say
I talk and talk
You get tired after awhile
But you keep moving and moving
You love it
You wear lipstick like it is clothes
From all the pretty colors I dress you with
From red to light pink
Your favorite is clear
You love it
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