The Kiss That Wrote

Help Suicide Have you eaten all the numbers? One through six steps, But there's always number amber... They don't tell you about the flower petals falling; Like shaved off finger prints so you could loose your identity, All from closed eye lips that talk kisses and caress while re-opening wounds. They don't tell you about the feeling; 'Cause they can't explain... How do you describe an open mouth kissed? Tongues twisting warm as they sweat from embrace, Lips feeling pale, for neither has taken a breath, Both staying connected through that thin skinned touch; Under, blood flowing currents; that's how they blush. All cowering down to a simple word: Hush Help I'm not ready For your kiss that wrote: Love