it's always the little things
the skin of my lips has been fated to you… thanks to touch's delirium in love's princely kiss; painted in a vision or codified, I really don't know when the skin of my lips has been fated to you; but you see, i regret nothing; after all, i got your savor, thanks to touch's delirium in the longing's color… [on the skin of my lips]
