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pouting lips
Heart-shaped shades and pouting lips ready for the kill A webbing gown and some denim under, good old John sang “imagine” I can’t believe the bottle is only water, looks like some love philtre Magic is on the way, you bump into goddesses at the door of every bar Photo Hugh Ardoin The Galleries
Like frightened game ready to scamper The doe-eyed sweet wanderers’ curiosity is stronger Coming too close to the lens to offer the magic potion What miracle is there in the promise of a glance? In the pouting lips ready to shoot the kiss of life? The fluttering moment of the unexpected encounter But love hurts, […]