Lipstick

Lipstick marks, sweet sexy sparks, distinctly linger and remind me,
Of your kisses, moves, and warmth; you fill my soul;
With inspiration, joy, and longing; your mushy style, your Sweety sees;
Such pretty pictures, and dedication, you make me whole;
Your gentle laughter, the morning after, we shared new depths of adoration,
For one another, and for the future of our dreams,
Which find you always in my life, with me your man, and you my wife,
Creating goodness through our supernatural themes;
Your warm embrace, your style and grace, compel my thoughts and inspiration,
To heights where only saints and angels can ascend,
Where we are in the astral flow, our supernatural love aglow,
Where magic happens, we can’t deny, we can’t pretend;
Your modest ways, your busy days, engender honor and devotion,
For the special woman that you truly are to me,
You are so sexy, strong, and capable; so kind, demure, divine, and rare;
I love you Baby, and want to hold you in my arms eternally,
I love you Baby, and want to hold you in my arms eternally.