The Morality of Kissing

Shall kingdom be
our ever playground
for the kings in shinning silk
he'll bestill her with
his rose of love
hoping her love won't wilt.

Dragging along in the sand of lies
to find the kingdom that is mine
and I've looked into
your soul before
I see the same face everytime.

Wonderous possessions
lay at our feet
to soar above the mountain bay
and even in thy brightest sky
there's still a many clouds of grey.

Warped amid thy phantoms
amoung the tiny tears of gold
but you cannot hold her lips
they've already been long sold.

Touching my last cheek bone
to find what has been missing
and where are all the demons
who has she been kissing?