Pink painted lips could never leave me as breathless as those cherry red ones that I so tenderly miss

A sweet citrus flavored kiss is nothing compared to the intoxication of a strawberry and peppermint mix

A candle lit flame is so damn easy to manipulate

When I think of a lover I think of a woman I can’t contain

Oh heaven give me wild flames

I want musk and earth not a perfect packaged fragrance and intangible space

A genuine crazed passion that can strip a soul of pride and a never ending crave for the person by your side

That’s my kind of love

Not artificial lab conjured scripted this is what I’m supposed to say type of nonsense

That affection isn’t valid

I sure as hell want something candid

Plastic love is so empty and unfortunately that’s all she could give me