sometimes it feels like I'm under the influence when I kiss her.
where am I?
i lose track of time when we talk.
about nothing of course.
the intelligent conversation is good, but we're practical souls.
when it's just her and I, I don't know where I am.
i enter a world of joy, love, and satisfaction.
no need to buy drugs when her lips are my supply.
i'm under the influence.
may our young, careful souls soar high.
and may a cloud catch us if we fall.
sky surfing, our love.