Suicide on your lips

Soft lips pressed to mine

A warm hand caressing my cheek

Sleek fingers running through my hair

Strong arms keeping me close.

A smile that gives me butterflies.

A touch that makes me shiver.

A voice that makes my heart jump.

Your body so close to mine.

Chérie, your love is dear to me

A treasure I hold close

So make love to me now

As the setting sun goes down.