I know you want to hear me catch my breath,
you wily temptress…
There’s no question, though
Glad to oblige.
It happens every time I glimpse you.
Your kisses knock me backward, and you
tell me that’s just because I’m getting old and feeble,
but your kisses do knock me backward…
being allegedly feeble
just makes it harder to hide.
If I fall down because you kissed me,
and you stopped my breath
for a moment, It’ll be your fault.
And you’ll just have to give me mouth-to-mouth resuscitation
As I lie helpless there on the floor,
Eager to feel your lips on me again,
Feeling you bring me back to life.