her lips

There are 73 crevices in her lips, creating the foundation of her.

Their mauve coloring jumps out against her golden hour skin, her short French roast hair and her milk chocolate eyes.

They move in slow motion against my own lips, whispering fantasies and secrets to me in the dark.

I swallow and keep them inside of me forevermore.

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