I know of a woman,
Whose lips sing glory to man
Redder than vein's life blood
I know of a woman,
As she opens her mouth,
dost appears the whiteness of her teeth
the reverie and satisfaction to man
And closes her lips,
Teasingly so.
I know of a woman,
Whose gate performs the feminine gallop
Whose ankle so light teases the eyes of man
So light is her ankle, so soft is her footsteps.
I know of a woman,
whose sweet breath is as ripe
as the juice of nectar.
I know of a woman,
whose lips are soft as spring morning
as the sun perches high above on wednesday morn
Ah, so soft and so inviting is her lips.
Whose taste and attachment dost bring reverie to a man.
Softest of soft lips
Rubor of Rubors
Calor of Calors
Dolor of Dolors
Let mine lip never leave thy soft eloquence.
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