'The Cap Of My Bottled Up Emotions Now Sits In My Hand'

Your Lips, the tease me as you talk, 
And those Hips, tease me as you walk.  Nice guys finish last, and you walked away,  way to fast.  Why does everything fall a part when I finally start having a blast?

The sound of a breaking kiss. 
When both our breaths reach, and the sweet smell of gum fills my nostrils. When i lean forward and hold my face to yours. I stare into your dreaming eyes.  I see the reflection of love with my own. Annother day, and night dreaming of these sounds and these visions. I don't want these dreams anymore, dreams of smiles and laugh, of love and the past. I want to be with you as a reality. Am I not a valid selection amongst your long list anymore?

A warm body, is what I crave.
Held against me, with one arm placed over your side,  holding your hand and breathing slowly. The smell of your hair and the silence of the room, the root a new love starts to bloom. If i nibbled your ear,  would you stir? Would you turn around and kiss me? Or would you walk away and say, 'i'm not free'.  

A kiss is like a gateway of emotion.
But only with you.
It's like the day we first spent together.
And the love i thought we shared.
From first kiss to last. I still cared.