I am touching your skin with my lips
I am laying down on you with my hips
I am pleasing your mouth with some nips
But I don’t know if I’m doing the right thing.
I don’t think I do.
Your skin is warm, but it get cold
Your body is close, but the ritual feels old
Your mouth is moving away, and its like the gold
Is not a treasure anymore,
But a lock laying on us