Kisses the colors of rainbows
The blood pools between them every which way, hot and fluid, as they press and seal each other's lips with the mark of their own insignia.
Nothing says love like orange creamsicle flavored kisses.
Sweet-honeyed sunrays surreptitiously seep from sensual sensations singularly joined.
I have taken it upon myself to remove all former traces of those who have crossed your lips by layering them with my own.
Teeth joined bar a passage straight to your heart. I have pleaded entrance a thousand times my weight in salt and evaporation.
On a fiber woven net she hand dyed his heart with only her breath for heat and her lips for color.
You have conquered these heavy stone walls and stolen my crown. You have proclaimed yourself emperor above all things and all this with little else than your lips pressed against mine.