There’s a stain on my lips
and I want to share it with you.
You always said you love wine,
which do you prefer:
Red or White?
Well you’re getting Red tonight.
Come over here
and let me sing to you,
let my lips
brush against your ear,
let my lips ****** you.
I want to feel your heart beat
faster.
I’ll let you feel mine.
Come over here and
kiss me.
Taste these lips of wine.
Slowly, gently
feel the space between us disappear.
Let’s create a space of our own,
our palace, our playground
our home.
Come over here and
touch my lipstick stain.
Let your fingers explore,
feeling, shaking
trembling on my skin.
I kiss them one by one.
How’s that taste?
Let’s do it all
over again.