Oh, her pink lips, a sight to behold
A precious gem that glitters like gold
Soft and supple, they invite a kiss
A tender promise of pure bliss
With every smile, they shine so bright
Like rose petals bathed in sunlight
And when she speaks, oh how they move
In perfect harmony, with nothing to prove
A touch of color, a hint of grace
On her face, they hold a special place
An invitation to explore and taste
A world of love, so pure and chaste
Her pink lips, a work of art
A masterpiece that steals the heart
In all their beauty, they stand apart
A symbol of love, a work of art
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