smooth sounds of honeysuckle flows between my ear 

his words feel like spring , hot with a cool breeze 

i had no intention in moving swift hoping he 

would fail to mention anything about my gifts 

the tune of knowdlege falling from his lips sounds better 

then him touching my hips 

make love to my mind 

get inside

read my soul 

get a glispse of the vivid eclispe of my heart 

we dont have to get undressed to feel as if we made any success 

cherry wine thoughts under a moon lit night this

only feels right , the times has gone like the next season 

but he still feels like spring , hot with a cool breeze