Pomegranate Lips

Lips like pomegranates, I couldn’t see no flaws; He had lips like pomegranates, and I had to lick them raw.

He had kisses so good, I’d a sipped him through a straw; This man had kisses so good, I had to call on the law.

Cause his lips were pomegranates, he could wizard me like Oz; Cause his lips were pomegranates, I forgot about the menopause.

He had kisses so good, my mouth, it got the lockjaw; Said he had kisses so good my frozen “no” began to thaw.

His lips were like pomegranates, crimson-colored albatross; Cause his lips were pomegranates, I couldn’t even sign the cross.

He had kisses so good, my strength was at a loss; Tropical kisses so good, his calories were worth the cost.

His lips were pomegranates, and I ate them just because; His lips tasted of pomegranates, fleshy, succulent, and broad.

He had kisses so good, I’d a sipped him through a straw; This man had kisses so good, I had to 9-1-1 the law.