It starts from the place on your neck..
soft kisses to turn you on.. Warm breaths which gives you chills..
make me weak to see that smile.. Make me yearn to go on..
The things which start from the neck and lead on..
The rash of your unkempt beard on me,
the curls of your unmade hairs i run my fingers through,
running my touch to your sides tickling you..
The things which start from the neck and lead on..
Those half closed eyes, that faint smile,
the smell of sweat and love, the small cries,
the rush of blood, the numb of mind,
the rhythm of the body, the songs in the mind..
The things which start from the neck and lead on..
A mystery of a life we have, so much lie but never felt so true,
thinking of life we could have together, thinking of how every time we get better,
unattainable this love but being with you,
this want so wrong, no not right,
but a look at you and i know..
The things which start from the neck and lead on, far or near, will be the things which lives on...