Was it really a kiss?
i ask myself if its her i miss,
i fantasize of our unending bliss,
how i would end up on my knees.
She was freezing,
i could tell by the way she sneezing,
i couldnt help but to her pleasing,
then i knew it was me she was needing.
i wanted to warm her up,
my feelings i needed to sum up,
this was the time to make soft my gangster love,
she was my kryptonite and i was in love.
It was dark and we stared at each other,
long enough to light the sparkles in our eyes,
i leaned closer to her uncontrolled sigh,
our lips touched for a while.
Kiss so simple and intense,
one that could write each of my every day diary,
and now that i see clearly,
i want my dearly.
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