I think you finally found my weakness,
My lips pressed against your lips,
Melting slowly through your fingertips,
You have the softest lips I ever touched,
Soft as a feather on an angel’s wing,
Gentle as the voice of a flute,
Blowing heat into me, with a cool minty breeze.
Exposing my weaknesses as if they were a crime.
Chills and passion climbing up my spine,
leaving me breathless,
releasing me enchanted,
leaving me hypnotize by your lips,
your ever so soft lips…