In a sunny yellow dress, she appeared so bright,
Her lips were like cherry blossoms, luring and soft,
She whispered tenderly, hoping he’d feel her kiss,
“My love, let’s share a smooch,” a moment of bliss.

Inside her, a thirst grew with passionate desire,
To hear him honor her lips, her heart would flutter,
Like a ripe mango, juicy, sweet, and succulent,
But he turned her down, disappointment replete.

“Listen, my love”, she uttered with a sigh,
This quirky lady has her limits, that’s no lie.
It’s you I can’t resist, oh how I yearn,
But it’s time for you to learn.

Not every pair of lips can savor this bliss,
Come closer my love taste the desirable juice.

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