The Kiss
by Pat Boone
I have stopped, preoccupied with other things than this...for my mind wanders endlessly and only thinks of a kiss.
It travels up and down your face, over flesh that's soft and warm....my heart is all a flutter, as my lips like bee's do swarm.
For a touch, a taste, of you I need, to make my life complete...oh let me lick the tender flesh, made of honey sweet.