You guide me away just like you do and I know what will happen. Your lips are against mine and we know just what to do. Maybe there’s an impeccable rhythm. Your lips are comfortable and luscious and I want them to melt with mine. I want to run my fingers through your hair of course. But wait, we’re back at school and not in our own little universe. This will gave to wait. My lips taste some kind of saltiness. Do yours taste as sweet, I wonder?