When our lips glanced at each other, I could have sworn the eclipse happened, time paused for the beauty, the angels sang.
When weird and beautiful mix, something beautifully magical is created.
I could feel my soul burn from your passionate fire.
Our passion is like diesel in an engine, without you my life breaks down.
With you, kissing became a tool where heaven meets hell and becomes one.
While my lips dances on your lips, may your river flow and may my hands take you to Mars.
As you breathe hard, may I become your oxygen, take me like you would suffocate without me.
For the river had flown, love had been made, kisses had been kissed, touches had been touched.
There shall be tears on the kiss