All I Ask

All that I ask is for a pair of soft god-made lips.
I do not ask for hands, unless fingers are threaded into mine.
Or playing with locks of hair.
I do not ask for genitalia.
For sex is over used.
And has become a killer.
I do not ask for a heart.
I have my own to take care of.

All that I ask for is a pair of non lying lips.  
That don't hold things in secrecy.
And that don't bend the truth.
That do not judge.
A pair of lips that utter words that send chills through my body.
That cause my heart to beat so loudly the whole room Vibrates.

All I ask is for a pair of lips that wont betray.
That wont whisper sweet nothings into anothers ear.
A pair of lips that only want to touch my own.
That wont burst out in harsh anger all the time.
Making mine quiver, and frown.
Just a pair of lips to make me smile, and unbearingly laugh.
A pair of lips that will cause me to be happy.