You possess the perfect kiss
as though your lips were made for this
to lock upon mine, link and lend breath
to me as mine leaves upon the first flirting
taste of tongue taunting my lips like
sweet flavours designed to make me
succumb to wanting, wanting only this.

Don't let me fall in love with you if you won't
make the jump with me, open a parachute
and shoot to catch me as I fall down
towards the ground, we'll glide 'round together
so I dream, but sometimes it seems
you're fading away, waiting at the edge of a canyon
and I cannot retain my grip my grasp is slipping from this cliff
and maybe you'll come to help me up and trip
and we'll tumble down together.

If we don't die we'll both be stronger
bodies made to endure even longer
we'll take beating after beating
as we break through barriers set between our love.

But please, don't let me fall in love with you, if you
won't fall with me, don't let yourself dive
if you suspect you won't survive the landing.
We'll just wait here until we're both prepared.
One proposes laying down pillows to cushion
our fall, but what faith is shown in skirting the risk,
we'll only find and realize without taking the chance
the depth we fall will never be true romance.

So let me fall in love with you
but please, fall with me
for I won't fear the dive
if the depth we drop is true.

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