What A Bliss

That time is what I miss; During the crescent moon full of mist, There are two beloved who can't resist, While day watch the pits of oceanic abyss, On the car back they sits, And no one wanted to call it quits, No lightning strike, no sudden blitz, Just the slow surrender, piece by piece, Their two lips collided in the form of a kiss, Ah... What a bliss.