When young, I read on how to use apples to learn how to snog
Now,
I have found the vine I want to pick all my kisses from
Finally.
In the world after the 'red pill', her beauty is in code
For appreciation perceived by the oculus has a judgement day
My vision of her is in braille
Assimilate to the taproot of my spirit
Her mind (soul) is arousing
A bubble is created when our eyes target lock
Eskimo kisses, butterfly kisses and what-not
The chills that stampede effortlessly on backs as we lock, lick and bite the passion fruit
She would lead
I would follow her to unknown paradises below
Shangri-La!!
See?
I want her
I want her to make legend true
I want her to give me that toxic waste irradiated with gamma rays type of love
Basically,
I want that super kind of love
Which i know can only exist in the never after
Demise? Kiss me damn it!
