pocket puckers
I carved these beautiful little lips. I carved them when I was feeling lonely. I missed someone special. I popped the lips on a juicy heart and painted them gold. When I touched the lips to my cheek I felt comforted. I wanted to share this with you so I’ve created lots of little golden lips, my pocket puckers. I’ve popped them in velvet bags of dusky pink and old gold on sparkling clouds with scrolls of love language. There’s two in each bag. One for you, one for the one you miss. You can both keep your puckers in your pockets and when your cheek misses their kisses you can hold yours to your cheek and feel the love and they can do the same.
I carved these beautiful little lips. I carved them when I was feeling lonely. I missed someone special. I popped the lips on a juicy heart and painted them gold. When I touched the lips to my cheek I felt comforted. I wanted to share this with you so I’ve created lots of little golden lips, my pocket puckers. I’ve popped them in velvet bags of dusky pink and old gold on sparkling clouds with scrolls of love language. There’s two in each bag. One for you, one for the one you miss. You can both keep your puckers in your pockets and when your cheek misses their kisses you can hold yours to your cheek and feel the love and they can do the same.
I carved these beautiful little lips. I carved them when I was feeling lonely. I missed someone special. I popped the lips on a juicy heart and painted them gold. When I touched the lips to my cheek I felt comforted. I wanted to share this with you so I’ve created lots of little golden lips, my pocket puckers. I’ve popped them in velvet bags of dusky pink and old gold on sparkling clouds with scrolls of love language. There’s two in each bag. One for you, one for the one you miss. You can both keep your puckers in your pockets and when your cheek misses their kisses you can hold yours to your cheek and feel the love and they can do the same.