September 2001
I remember little things like the freckle on your chin,
As I approached your soft and incredible skin.
When I think of our times,
They started with a kiss.
If I remember our intimate moments,
They started with a kiss.
It’s like getting close to a great red wine:
My head starts to feel light and spins,
My heart skips beats again and again,
My eyes lose focus as I close in on your skin,
Our skin touches and joy melts my chagrin,
Our limbs touch and we experience heaven,
Our lips run together and we become one.
So what is our connection? You ask with a smile so sly:
It was the kiss that sopped our styles,
That brought our perpetual smiles,
That rocked the boat of our lives,
Yes, it was the kiss my love, our kiss.
