I like how your lips taste, they taste so familiar; familiar like my favourite film,
Sweeter than Skittles, your lips taste better than the red ones, for sure,
I’ve never felt a waist so inviting, soft to the touch; my arms slide around you, I enjoy this very much,
Within you burns an eternal flame, a flame that dances in tandem with mine; not long now,
When you come to mind, a forgotten feeling washes over me; butterflies live within me,
Vulnerable self-expression is the hallmark of my existence, an act of which I am compelled to,
Sometimes I wish I could play a tune, because this is your tune, this is Charlotte’s song.