Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

Taste Of You

Taste the electricity on my lips
With your treasured passionate kiss
Hold me, hold me with all you love
I swear you're straight from Heaven above
Oh, the chills that shoot down my spine
When you touch me, isn't love so fine
Love me, oh love me, I love you
And I only ask you to, please, love me, too.



Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

Site Feedback