How supple your lips
The kind that were meant for kissing
I remember you
Warm and brown and how your lips invited me to dine
Candles lit I still burn mine every night about a quarter past three
There is a memory that lives and breathes
And flows through my veins like a good drug
The thought of your lips slightly parted
Beckoning the kiss that I wished I could try out on myself
To see if it was good enough for you
Into the cave where l*** and love become one
You beloved meet me half way
Filling my nights and days to such extent
That I still quiver involuntarily
As you snap your fingers
And I come running
I remember you
You are the artful dodger
Do you remember me
They call me Ivory
The kind that were meant for kissing
I remember you
Warm and brown and how your lips invited me to dine
Candles lit I still burn mine every night about a quarter past three
There is a memory that lives and breathes
And flows through my veins like a good drug
The thought of your lips slightly parted
Beckoning the kiss that I wished I could try out on myself
To see if it was good enough for you
Into the cave where l*** and love become one
You beloved meet me half way
Filling my nights and days to such extent
That I still quiver involuntarily
As you snap your fingers
And I come running
I remember you
You are the artful dodger
Do you remember me
They call me Ivory