Maybe I expected too much,
A kiss with such passion it’d make me fall in love,
It would sweep me off my feet with its dialogue in tongue,
It would be every and anything I had thought it was.

It would be perfect.
Tilted head, parted lips,
Lusciousness and sweet glances,

A stroke to my cheek,
A gaze into my eyes,
Only to reach disappointment,
I slowly died inside.

I can touch you with words,
I can bring you to heights you’ve never been before,
I can caress your mind and envelop your spirit,
I can **** you so deeply into my expressions you have no choice but to taste them.
I can be your weakness and also your strength,
I can show you beauty in cloudy skies and sunsets,
I can empathize with you,
I can stand by when tears leave,
I can purify your soul and keep your mind at ease,
I can show you how to breathe –if you drown in me, I can be your release.
I can slow time and make you experience moments,
I can show you how metaphors will make you fall in love,
I can play with words until you feel their touch.
I can bring you happiness,
I can cause you pain,
I can show you passion until it drives you insane.
I can tell you secrets,
I can tell you lies,
I can show you heaven and hell through my lines.