La couleur de toi repose sur mes lèvres roll with me, dear desire wrapped in close knit harmony tongues danced, amidst the dialect quenching mellow thoughts of me crimson tips towards cinnamon hunger breached a breathless breeze autumn holding to her fragile leaves grasped with innocence, one last tease the color of you lies upon my lips composed in the shelters of time whispers, promise an extra kiss folding this empty heart of mine