When you approach
And foreheads touch
The beads of
Breathy humidity hangs
Like tiny clouds
Plump with rains’
Longing and desire
And right before
Our lips touch
I whisper into
Your open mouth
Kiss me like
You mean it
When you approach
And foreheads touch
The beads of
Breathy humidity hangs
Like tiny clouds
Plump with rains’
Longing and desire
And right before
Our lips touch
I whisper into
Your open mouth
Kiss me like
You mean it
