Your mouth is a beautiful mouth,
Its taste is the end of language,
The conclusion of conversation,
And, yet, it is also a velvet beginning,
When it brushes against my cheek,
I know that the greeting will be an oration,
Worthy of a true, laureate writer,
In the simplicity of the phrasing used
To secure an indelicate ovation,
When you slowly descend, in style,
To show me, once again, exactly why
Your mouth is a beautiful mouth.
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