As I say, Tim and Spaw, "hot air".

No-more risque than "Song of Songs" in The Bible, and for no-one in particular...

Poem 108 of 230: YOUR SALT UPON MY LIPS

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I saw the tears escape your eyelids,
I felt the stinging on your cheeks,
I knew the blur within your vision,
I heard you cry and I smelt the water...

And I want your salt upon my lips -
Ah-huh, your salt upon my lips.
Yeah, I want to be with you in private,
And kiss your salt onto my lips -
Ah-huh, taste your salt upon my lips.

I saw you come out of the ocean,
I felt the sun shine on your skin,
I knew the tingle through your torso,
I heard the surf and I smelt the water...

And...

I saw the sweat break from your body,
I felt the heat build in your cheeks,
I knew the beating of your big heart,
I heard you sigh and I smelt the water...

And...

(C) David Franks 2003
From WalkaboutsVerse