Rosy, pink that you behold
The contour of its shape I want to hold
Its preciousness and tenderness I want to feel
But thy might bring ignominy
For thy will is not the way you feel.
I want to engross thyself for it
But what I to do? I don’t own it, I don’t own you.
It seems that mine don’t fit,
In those perfect lips, I want to bit.
Your lips is irresistible,
The way you pout, the way you smile
Always bring an extra mile
In thy heart induce insanity
Because for you alone is my biggest sanity.
One day I’ll give it a try.
To touch your lips with mine.
I know it will be fine,
To understand what I want,
Sure you will give me a try.