She is a little shy but frankly curious
Of this stimulation of external beauty
Her red lips impressive, a glistening bounty
That she has not tasted, the windfall various

As she approaches her, holding her trembling hands
Into her made-up hair, they comb through desire
To feel an adventure with her friend's attire
Sparkling top, slit-up dress while listening to bands

Their lips connect and lock, opening theirwet mouths
To let their tongues circle and feelthe greatest vain
Of tremendous tender, a passion without pain

As their moments slither towards each other's souths
The kiss is powerful sounding an alarm bell
That life is surprising, we will not go to Hell!