The ruby red richness of lips

Dipped in cherries mixed with honey

And unlike your fingers they trail

Over my starburnt skin and flicker

In the firelight as they brush past me

On their way to sweeter pastimes

Oh who can say whereupon me they

Will next set ablaze with whimpers

Their pretty besmirches trailed behind

Like rose petals scattered on a riverbank

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