Fully functional biological devices for protecting our teeth,
lips are wonderfully expressive demonstrating a range of emotions
from anger and ire to ecstasy and delight.
Lips provide exquisite frames for beautiful smiles.
Smiles like those of Halle, Toni, Gladys and Angela,
and Tyra, Oprah, Phylicia and Grace Jones too.
This is a tribute to those lips attached to our beautiful black women.
These are lips just made for kissing and admiring.
Some are thick and full like sensuous cushions.
Others are pert and sultry filled with the power to attract
yet, having the strength to speak out, to challenge the way of wrong
becoming voices for righteousness.
These are the lips that I love. I would kiss them all.
Not for the fire they generate, but for the love they have given
and the love they have yet to give.
Throughout my life, these lips have moved me.
I need no faces, only those luscious lips are enough.
My bias is apparent, for a black woman raised me
and I loved her very much and she is gone now but I still remember those lips.
It was those lips that praised and scolded me.
It was those lips that comforted me and warmed my soul.
They were the lips that had the power to make me smile or make me cry.
What is not to love in the dulcet and dusty moistness
of those dark and lovely lips?
There have been the soft
full lips of Anna Mae, my first love,
and the warm and wonderful lips of Ebony.
Those lips have been lips that I have loved for all the joy
they have brought to my life, as well as,
the wit and wisdom that has come from them.
More than anything,
I appreciate the look of those lips.
Full uppers and lowers
are what I call those lips of these beautiful women.
To me they are just as stimulating to gaze upon
as it would be to feel them on my own;
or to hear them speak words filled with power and thought.
Add a smile and those lips take on magical properties
that the mere sight of has the ability to at once
lift my spirits and make my mouth water.
Lips. They are so tantalizing, so tasty and so succulent.
Yet, they are vehicles of truth, thought and life.
I can only liken those lips to a bowl of fresh fruit,
fresh soaked cherries, delicious apples or cinnamon candy.
I am partial because I have tasted that candy
and I have found it to my liking.
When speaking of those lips, know there are many other names
but they are names you wouldn't know, yet we all have visions of our own
and we know to whom these lips belong; whether they are mothers, sisters,
wives, girl friends or just acquaintances we love those lips that are special.
There are those lips of the rich and famous that we all know and love
but there are just as many whose lips are not recognized,
but surely, their lips are just as lovely.
I am not ignoring the lips of other beautiful women of the world,
I am simply acknowledging and admiring the lips of those women of the dark
who are close to my eye and heart and as much as those lips have led
and helped lift the burden of children of darkness everywhere,
it is their uniqueness that I am admiring this moment.
lips are wonderfully expressive demonstrating a range of emotions
from anger and ire to ecstasy and delight.
Lips provide exquisite frames for beautiful smiles.
Smiles like those of Halle, Toni, Gladys and Angela,
and Tyra, Oprah, Phylicia and Grace Jones too.
This is a tribute to those lips attached to our beautiful black women.
These are lips just made for kissing and admiring.
Some are thick and full like sensuous cushions.
Others are pert and sultry filled with the power to attract
yet, having the strength to speak out, to challenge the way of wrong
becoming voices for righteousness.
These are the lips that I love. I would kiss them all.
Not for the fire they generate, but for the love they have given
and the love they have yet to give.
Throughout my life, these lips have moved me.
I need no faces, only those luscious lips are enough.
My bias is apparent, for a black woman raised me
and I loved her very much and she is gone now but I still remember those lips.
It was those lips that praised and scolded me.
It was those lips that comforted me and warmed my soul.
They were the lips that had the power to make me smile or make me cry.
What is not to love in the dulcet and dusty moistness
of those dark and lovely lips?
There have been the soft
full lips of Anna Mae, my first love,
and the warm and wonderful lips of Ebony.
Those lips have been lips that I have loved for all the joy
they have brought to my life, as well as,
the wit and wisdom that has come from them.
More than anything,
I appreciate the look of those lips.
Full uppers and lowers
are what I call those lips of these beautiful women.
To me they are just as stimulating to gaze upon
as it would be to feel them on my own;
or to hear them speak words filled with power and thought.
Add a smile and those lips take on magical properties
that the mere sight of has the ability to at once
lift my spirits and make my mouth water.
Lips. They are so tantalizing, so tasty and so succulent.
Yet, they are vehicles of truth, thought and life.
I can only liken those lips to a bowl of fresh fruit,
fresh soaked cherries, delicious apples or cinnamon candy.
I am partial because I have tasted that candy
and I have found it to my liking.
When speaking of those lips, know there are many other names
but they are names you wouldn't know, yet we all have visions of our own
and we know to whom these lips belong; whether they are mothers, sisters,
wives, girl friends or just acquaintances we love those lips that are special.
There are those lips of the rich and famous that we all know and love
but there are just as many whose lips are not recognized,
but surely, their lips are just as lovely.
I am not ignoring the lips of other beautiful women of the world,
I am simply acknowledging and admiring the lips of those women of the dark
who are close to my eye and heart and as much as those lips have led
and helped lift the burden of children of darkness everywhere,
it is their uniqueness that I am admiring this moment.
