Dear, forget about our lips.
They have gone to meet each other. Let us stay aside and watch them.
Do you see how sweetly they hunt for one another?!
Like two butterflies flowing through the dark tunnel of the world.
From my lips, opens a lascivious moon Which has been carried as a ring by my tongue to your tongue. And then, both get sealed and stamped by the beautiful wedding of our lips, With your fluffy cheeks that gently resides like a bird in my palms.
The poetry, glow as embers and bleeds in my mouth, would come to your lips like a nomadic dog with broken dictions.
It is your lips : Where the colour of light pink and light red get vanished from the realm of painting and live as a slave in the drunkenness of your lips.
Meanwhile, my lips touched your lips with a drop of my soul. Where all my kisses run like squirrels, to bite the fruit of your mouth.
The dawn has arrived. It’s time for our lips to part each other.
But, they lay like two strawberries slept with smooch melodies.
Dear, tie your lips to mine. For that my heart will set out roots to my lips to live in profound madness under your cherry jelled saliva which would soak my lips before it get dead by your lips invincible sweetness.
Now, our life becomes red roses Where the dawn rained like sugary-snow-powder followed by our kisses, which fell as saffron threads upon our lips.
And there the smooch melodies, continues.
kilk 
The poem paints a lovely smile on reader’s lips throughout reading and the apt title is simply awesome. Here the lips themselves are creating an art on its own in the imageries. Not only the lips but the thoughts of the poet with his pen hunt each other to produce lovely artwork in words.
The metaphor of hunting, wedding, creatiing poetry show evidently that the poet’s mind always gravitated to his beloved’s lips in ecstasy which is the reason for this poetical tribute. They sweetly moans hugging each other as the dawn parts declares that this poem is an Aubade of lips in fact.
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