Let our lips talk,
Let mine hold yours like a conversation.
The feelings that will bring demons out of a demonstration.
A galaxy in my ecstasy; the star to my starvation;
Kiss of the Dragon; let our fiery fire flame to cremation.
Smooches in the air, can you feel the air pollution?
As we transfer these flowery feelings like a cross-pollination,
The soft smooth strokes of this locomotion;
The motion of emotion.
Affecting our lips is the true affection,
Paying close checks to our closed eyes the real attention.
Let it wash us away; Let it be our ablution
Until we're out of this world like eviction.
Let mine hold yours like an absorption,
Let it drive us crazy till it becomes our sane transportation.
The best addiction; Our worst distraction,
Let our lips talk, and let's hold a conversation.
