Make love not war

When was the last time you wore feeling this wet?

I just wanna’ dip my tongue in it

I just wanna’ feel, your taste on the tip of my tounge

My heart is pounding like a drum

My body is burning with the heat of the sun.

It feels as if a gun, is spiting shrapnel of love,

That tipe of love, that make’s me wanna’ hold you; till i feel you moving inside of me.

Using your skin as paper, my lips as pen,

I kiss you till i taste only your skin

Your skin is sweet, and i can feel it; under my nails,

I’m just gonna’ stop to smell the occasion,

Cuz’ with you, time stop’s and the moment dilates,

And all i feel is pleasure .