Just a touch of the hand can send me away
To distant lands too far for a day,
And a brush of your lips can fill me with kilig
Oh my sweet lovely lover,
Living loftily like Lilith,
Above me you hover,
One look in your eyes I can see your printed pith…
Lips so sweet, as sweet as your eyes light!
Drinking deep drafts of delight—
Cheers to another swig~!
Someday soon it might all end,
But perhaps you still might call me your friend.
If you don’t, that’s fine, my life’s not on the line,
But the kilig of your touch will stay with me
for ever and for always.
