Turn your head to kiss me--
Sideways.
Pull me closer to you
With your little hands
Coldly grasp my neck
Its warm
Your hand sits on my flesh
The other on my cheek
Its Sunday morning.
You say there's something you must do
That its too late.
I say its not
You're not posessed
Just kiss me and it'll be okay..
The problems will all fly away.
Your lips press hard
And I try to keep up
Their cold, soft touch
Is strong but smooth
Like the feeling of marble.
They become warmer
The longer we kiss
Like the heat between bodies
Wrapped up in one heap.
Your lips begin to part
Away from my face, slowly
I look at you
You look down
It feels like you're leaving..
I miss you already.
