She wants me,
She wants it,
She wants my lips.
But my shyness & fear freezes me at the tips.
Her soft soothing sweet smell… I move closer,
but something is amiss.
It’s like I get this close to you,
then I’m blocked by a mist.
A metaphorical mist,
that stops us from our bliss.
I’m so close to everything I wanted… you,
and now I’m stopped with this.
But each day I see you,
I fight more & more through this abyss.
Until we reach the day of our first kiss.
The taste of Dominican brown Swiss,
you are bliss,
our warmth breaking through that abyss,
I mean mist,
I don’t know what love is but I do know this.
The magic that starts with her kiss,
her candy kiss,
sweet at the lips,
tingling the world from my tips.