Pressing a chaste kiss to your mouth
Carefully placing a stamp where you feed
Lick the sweet glue
Smiling stretches the sentiment
Your uneven knobs of ivory lightly bump mine
Piano love
Uncertainly swiping another stamp
Applying less precisely this time
A cotton candy tongue seeps out 
The sweet glue seals again
Adding heat, adding pressure. 
Too much more and my lips turn to diamonds
You open your eyes to find two sticky-stamp diamonds, ivory lined. 
Sweet and hot.