The pierced lips,tempting me to taste,those thin delicacy called lips..
The cold metal piercing,and your tender lips,the feeling of meeting of us..
As if blending into one,as if breathing as one,
The metallic kiss..
That I want..
The life of mine,I do want to,remove those piercing though..
A hindrance in touching you,in kissing you,
Sometimes I even get jealous of the metals that can touch you freely,
That can be on your body, touching you as if they donot know
How precious you are..
The metallic kiss,I want to have it,each day,each moment of my life..
As you are close to me,as I am closer to you..
And let our lips talk all the secrets they want to share..
As our breathing becomes one..
As our arms embrace each other..
I want to cherish the metallic kiss too..
