Crush

I want to enter your lips
Doors of crushed red fruit
And crush your lush lips
Against me.
Your hips beneath my hand
Crush the red mattress,
Your hips, flushed
Like your lips and your lips,
Move for me,
Moan for me,
Gush from the crush of your lips,
Rosy waves on a velvet sea
For me, for me.

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