Her lips smooth like fine wine
Succulent in an embrace with mine
Our tongues engaged in a dance
While our minds are trapped in a trance
Time is standing still
Thirstily we try to get our fill
To no avail, we are insatiable
The lust and desire, undeniable
Holding each other tightly
Erotic craving builds mightily
Inhaling each other's breath
To everyone else, we are deaf
Unable to hold back anymore
Yearning hearts in perfect rapport
Our minds floating in space
All this, from our lip's taste.