I love your kiss, the one that steals away My breath and drives me mad Where eternity becomes an exhausted glass Our bodies empty shells full of light No phones, no friends, no fights No obligations No sounds, no sins, no lights No destination Sweet oblivion, all that we are is liquid Hurled along spiraling tongues and pale skin And the taste of your mouth, warm and fresh Kissing you is like a vacation at the beach Unfolded like collapsed sheets All disclosed arms and palms and knees Rounded snow banks of shoulders Stretching forth down to the hips No phones, no friends, no fights No obligations No sounds, no sins, no lights No destination Down to dreams of delicate skin Gentle corners, long shapes folded Into rolling curves, cups of light and shade To trap our tenderness, to draw the night in.