Written By Glenn McCrary & Jacqueline Webb
Softly, I noticed my Juliet’s skin flush;
Our sudden amour made her red----
And ripe as a peach,
Ready to fall off the branch.
Struck by curiosity I caressed her cheeks
The contact triggering chills down the spine.
Leaning into her,
I tip my tongue for a taste
To experience the flavor
that lies within those lips.
Oh, how hot the sensation!
It was a reverie many a man would die for
(and had died for)
That sizzled between us.
Like falling in love with a stranger
Struck by curiosity I caressed her cheeks
The contact triggering chills down the spine.
Leaning into her,
I tip my tongue for a taste
To experience the flavor
that lies within those lips.
Oh, how hot the sensation!
It was a reverie many a man would die for
(and had died for)
That sizzled between us.
Like falling in love with a stranger
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