. . . . . . . . i bite my lower lip . . . . .ready to tease the tease the taste of your swollen lips lingering on the tip of my tongue ***** eyes glimmering in the dark come to me come home we’ll celebrate. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . let's toast . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .