With my tongue, I'll trace the outline of your body,
In Verbatim. The easing of flaws seen as imperfect. Perfected in my eyes.
The truth revealed of how much I enjoy you.
With my tongue there is no eraser, no lead.
Leaving you just as you are.
As I wouldn't change a thing,
Sympathize with my tongue as it longs to drown you.
To taste your heart in the purest form.
Each throb echoing through your skin.
Should the only sound be heard, a sigh of relief in the ripples of drowning,
The sound of your name leaving my lips.
No other noise is more enticing