wordamouth

What if your lips were the remedy?
Pressed against mine, it gives all new meaning to rock steady
Focusing solely on the malady I throb for
You tend to make me this way
Your presence alone directs my sway
Consciously we fine light in this beat
Your eyes swimming through my soul stream
My train of thought stuck on site of collarbone
Your mind tickles me
Sometimes leaving me a sentient fish in your sea
Wanting only to know more