Hearts, pound
Hands touch
Lips approach
To make a sound

Our tongs and our lips
Produce a warm melody
That make our cheeks
Dance to our heartbeats

A playfull, tasty kiss
Is Adored by some
But it is its sound
That I truely miss

A perfect scene
Pictured in my mind
Of two lovable beings
Wanting to be just one

Neighter of us is in it
Is merely a fantasy
A mischevious dream
I wish i could end it