she's kissing all the notes she sends red kissing marks on the paper making it hard for me to comprehend every word seems to make me miss you more making me think, that its you that i will adore you could tell so much by the way she can kiss bite into mine, to see if its her flavor that i miss with every phone call, ending with "you" every call starting with "i" and the middle playing in my head over and over. your words are a match one strikes me on fire because your just that one, whom i desire you could tell so much by the way she can kiss i bite into mine, to see if its her flavor that i miss