My lips are sealed with a kiss that waits for your mouth to take it.

My mouth will squeal when your lips doth steal

the kiss from my anxious, quivering, thirsty lips.

They will part for you as wide and deep as you want to enter,

Will open a warm, soft bed for you to lay yourself into.

My lips will welcome you, will give you a home for as long as you will stay...

Will find the most sensitive places to tease and taste you,

Will pucker and pull you, please you,

play with you.

Pry me open with the tip of your tongue,

Probe me gently, forcefully,

longingly,

Until my depths are as familiar to you as your own face

in the mirror,

Until...

my depths return you to yourself.