Source image: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Girl_with_a_Pearl_Earring#/media/File:Meisje_met_de_parel.jpg
No, this cannot be the lips of my belovéd wife
The corners of her lips pulled down
All she ever does is smile
Those aren’t the lips that she uses
To sing to me every night with
For these lips do not sing at all
These lips are rough
And hers are smooth
With that soft pink glow
I know in fact these lips aren’t hers
They’re far too cold and not the warm
Lips I kissed many, many years ago
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Jessica
Avid Sims fanatic, sometimes streamer over at twitch.tv/everybodysims, who loves a good love story and poetry that speaks to the romantic in her <3.
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