By Arcassin Burnham


Kissing is like breaking depression in half,
saliva surging when tongues are involved,
temperatures rising , the heavy breathing is commenced
lighting a flame in my lungs , its gets electric with the tongue,
I guess you could say this is what the kids call bomb,
thinking where our bodies come from,
thrusting more like this is air pumped,
workings anyone could deal from,
tiring acts of touching where the kids come from,
body to body , its hot and its sweaty,
the tension is risen like bells at a wedding,
exploring a body is just an adventure,
but this nothing if you only stay strangers,
love in this equation just gets more better,
hot and steaming like we fight under weather,
but no one complains when they fight in the covers,
I don't know about you,
or what you think,
or what you know about love making,
but it just ain't true,
finding lustful ways drawn from sin and some virtues,
your views are distorted , they're getting so old,
humanity is what you should behold,
*** is not an object to play with , its the binding of two souls.