Passion
we've never hugged,
we've never kissed,
but if you give me your hand,
I'll be in such bliss.
I'll kiss your finger tips,
and you'll tickle my lips.
I'll kiss up your arm,
and hope you give into my charm.
your neck is so smooth,
and your lips are so soft.
your ambrosia's so sweet,
that all time has been lost.
your fingers in my hair.
my hand on your hip.
our bodys are hot,
when I lick your lip.
the passion's so thick,
that it could bend a knife.
this feeling alone,
is the reason for life