I strive for thy lips
So hardly seen
Drawn by the hands of God
Lazily with a feather so it seems
So beautiful they decorate your visage
So inspiring
They move my brain cells
Smoothly to create a unique image
Oh how I envy thy shinning pearls
Biting thy lips in a moment of desire
Those delicate fingers of yours
Feeling them burning with fire
and how I mercy those lips of mine
Frozen dying for a sweet warm kiss
Wondering with an enormous pain
Shall I ever come near those lips?
Suddenly I hear a voice screaming
A rough one I must say
"It's only a fantasy fool"
Stop dreaming...stop dreaming away
