Updated: Jun 12, 2018
It’s the name of her lip gloss.
You probably didn’t know that.
It smells as good as she tastes.
When I hold her face and pull her close
And her soft sweet lips invite me in,
And her hips are pressed into mine,
I don’t need to make a wish on any candle,
because she is every one come true.
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