I remember our first kiss,
That moment of fire and bliss
The sparks that flew,
How my heart grew.
The passion they sparked,
As if I've been marked.
The way I craved more,
Your lips became something I adore.
There the last thing I want to feel,
Nothings ever felt so real.
And the thing I want most to do,
Is to make my last kiss be you.
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 10:51 AM UTC
I remember our first kiss,
That moment of fire and bliss
The sparks that flew,
How my heart grew.
The passion they sparked,
As if I've been marked.
The way I craved more,
Your lips became something I adore.
There the last thing I want to feel,
Nothings ever felt so real.
And the thing I want most to do,
Is to make my last kiss be you.