Kissing is lame
But there's something about it
I can't resist
Two lips introducing eachother silently
Two tongues waving hello
Mingling breath, clashing tastes
Fingertips tracing heated paths
On exposed backs
Chest against chest
Wondering mind
Wandering hands
Long lashes brushing against pink cheeks
Kissing is lame
But every minute is a second
And the seconds fly by
And every movement is perfect
Every quiet sigh
Closed eyes
Kissing is lame
But there is something to be said
For kissing you
