Fingertips touching and feelings colliding
The taste of your lips, God, you look so inviting.
It's kissing and clashing- electricity
It's panic! It's fever, as skin and skin meet.
We're a collection of colors, pieces, and parts
Eyes appraising each other as a work of God's art.
It's a pulse; it's a heartbeat- the music of life
Fireworks... explosions... shooting stars in the sky.
Let's burn the books darling, for fire's our friend
Love's a beautiful disaster... beginning to end.