Met this chick at the video shoot and shawty had a set of lips that I’ve only seen on the face of Jill Marie Jones. The kind of lips that say “I want to kiss you, and then jump your bones”, lips that bring the heat that inspire the spawning of tornadoes and cyclones, making men of the deepest voice utter and coo in spry tones. She had the set of lips that if you kiss them she’ll undoubtedly have you where she wants you.
In such a blissful trap, she’ll want to privately flaunt you –like spiders does the fly as she wraps it in silk. Her own private prize — as treasured as precious metals yet as precious as mother’s milk. Gently biting her bottom labium makes men of pious language utter profanity inside, lips pressed together is like insanity applied –like the coating of loud colored paint on a conspicuous wall, making men of even the meekest stature feel ten feet tall.
Whoever said a kiss is just a kiss, I’d have to disagree with because if they’ve never been kissed by the spider-woman, they’d consider my depiction a myth, but from the mouth of a wordsmith to the ears of those prone to conniption, shawty’s lips are the lips of a woman that defies description.