Your lips were shielded
My attempted kiss was fielded
I was at mid-on, you were in the deep
Have you lost the ache
Or did I make a mistake
Was another known, sown to reap
Your lips were dry
My finger tips did try
I was in a spot; you were playing a sideways shot
Have you lost the ache
Or did you make, on purpose take
A solemn aplomb chastity vow
Your body wandered
My advances squandered
I was seeping, you were wicket-keeping
Have you lost the ache
Or were you playing the long game
No time for a quick one, as slow coming she came
Your last defence was tested
Tip of tongue, engaging, redemption rested
Your lips moist to wet, tongue tip nest and set
Was it lust or just a mistake
Afterwards you, did you ache
One more fallen swollen reaping rake
