Recipe of your lips

Could you please reveal me
the recipe of your lips?

I really want to know
what they are made of
- those red, ripe, rippling lips,
harbinger of eternal bliss.

Your lips
have the radiance
of the moon
on which
an accomplished artist
has sculptured
the features of an eternity.

I really want to
pay tribute to your lips
– everyday and every night,
every moment without respite,
I long for those lips.

The rippling mists
on your lips
sing a solemn,
‘emancipate us, please,’
song to me.

How can lips like yours
be left unkissed
and left in some forgotten pages
in the book of history?

The End

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