A Taste
By Invisible Poet •
the touch of you lips
the tickle of your tounge
my bariers away this feeling rips
not a sweeter song has ever been sung
than the one of you and me
your back against the wall
and with sweat our bodies grow slippery
towering over you i stand tall
as your hands grip my neck
a pulse radiates from our skin
before this we were both waiting to wreck
and now your heart i strive to win
i lift you up towards the sky
your legs wrap around my waist
i have got to be the luckiest guy
it is to bad these dreams are only a taste