Kissing on the Streets of New York...

I want to kiss you on the streets of New York.
As chilled winds draw us together.
Let our lips burn away the cold that push the weaker indoors,
And away from outside's embrace.






I want to kiss you on the streets of New York.
Not on their sides, but in their middle,
Where traffic stops and horns begin to bellow
And our passions drown out the noises of our interruption.







I want to kiss you on the streets of New York.
For they were not made merely for traveling,
Going about restlessly from one venue to the next,
But were laid for kissing, for this moment, right here, right now.







I want to kiss you on the streets of New York.
Where the stars aligned and Fate did her twisting to get us to this point;
To this crossing of streets.
Not so we might get somewhere by following their paths,
But only to be lost in rapture.






I want to kiss you on the streets of New York.
Where partially parted lips converge and love is forged,
While kissing on the streets of New York.