She’s gonna give a kiss to me to build an imagination on
It’s gonna be the kind of kiss is bad news, too good for it’s own good
I mean it’s gonna be the kind of kiss fireworks displays are made for,
the kind that leaves you bleeding and sweating and hungry for more
The kind of kiss the rips the lips off you so you give even more,
just to get ’em back,
Trading mouths for mouths sucking off the whole face off face squeezing the juice of love and licking it up real fine
…Whoa there cowboy…
I forget myself…
It’s going to be delicate, as one might kiss a flower, like the butterfly, extends his proboscis ever so lightly between the petals and drinks sweet nectar slowly, thirsty, passion.
I will kiss like the full moon kisses the Earth- gently, wholly, mystery.