Between your tender lips I melt
A gaspberry plucked on a summer day
Ripe and swollen from burning desire
You softly squash me against your palete
My juice trickles down your unshaven chin
I fall apart in a mindless scream
You never knew the taste of your name
Before I moaned it into your face
Cuddled into unspoken words
We keep it secret but we both know
We can’t play it cool because it’s too hot
We can’t say it’s caj because it is not
Intimacy slips through the half-open door
Let’s face it, babe
We’re making Love.