How red the petals of your lips,
Yet, stripped of their color,
In their hue of pastel pink,
How desirable that smiling bud,
That beckons me to kiss it,
To run my fingers across the petals,
To entice the darting tongue
To return my touch surrounded
By a smile which shows in her
Mouth and eyes and begs me to
Change my lips for my finger,
To greet your tongue with my own.
Donovan Baldwin