Sweet voice come to me in a melody
Imagine the image, lips never kissed is a tragedy…
The hour of darkness consumes
Dreaming among stars and the moon
The one, the lips, these lips, would lick
To taste the taste, her taste, I crave it
Buds on the tongue dance to a tingle
Vibrates the body to wiggle
Slithering serpent, the urge seizes
A moment, real or unreal expresses
Held, embraced, at peace
To kiss, a kiss, the kiss, first kiss
The one, the lips, these lips, need it
That kiss that makes, all others shit
Ax
Thoughts...exploding in my head 