Those lips!

Those lips are like marshmallows
You know, the kind tucked cozily
between two graham crackers
and a gooey piece of dark, bitter sweet chocolate.
I could wake up next to her
And kiss those soft, sweet lips
Every morning and every night
But I dare say she is a tad bit pricey
For my meager wages.
Maybe she wants to be my girlfriend
And I her poorest of poor sugar daddy
There for her with the biggest hugs
She has ever experienced in all her flowery life
My god, can I give a mean hug!
Perhaps that’s why she gives me discounts
Every third visit, the top half off
Free!
Ah, but those luscious lips
Let me get back to those soporific folds of flesh
Yes, I fall into a deep sleep after one kiss
I can’t remember a darn thing after I am…
I am resuscitated by her marshmallow lips
It’s like I’m floating upside down
Like an inverted balloon
On the dark side of the moon.
She liberates me with those beautiful
Ruby-red lips.
If only I could keep them in bubble wrap
For a rainy day.
Oh there you are!
Marshmallow lips
Give me a kiss!