Now that you are tangled in my soul,
Each kiss on those curvy lips, make more my heart roll.
First it was you or the voice,
Or it was the expression, which your face used to choice.
There was something you seemed mine more,
Every look at you, was enthralling my core.
We were friends, in the true sense,
I hated it when you were tense.
Than we were really drawn nearer,
It was this, what I seeked, it became clearer.
Than the hands were held close,
And the first kisses were done, by the eyes, followed by brows.
Than the lips met ,the lover;
Slowly were undone, all the cover,
And then the kisses went deep and long;
Onto each other were they, like the midnight song
-