My silence isn't always silent.
My silence has a voice.
My silence speaks.
My silence shouts.
My silence screams.
My silence echoes.

Only when you are away.

Your lips,
they're as red as cherries
and as sweet as Sherry

I'm pretty sure
only a sip of them
can get me drunk

But darling,
if it's your lips that I kiss
I'm willing to get intoxicated