Those Red Lips

The radio of your voice keeps echoing in my head,
Trying to reach my connection.
Buffering, long from perfection.
A sweet touch from your voice turned my magnetic head towards you.
Those red lips.
I can not hear your voice passing through my ear through my heart.
It's sowing, brings resurrection.
Growing, needed for perfection.
Those red lips.
Those red lips, that says something but nothing.
Yet it moves closer.
Coming together and seperating like cells.
Those red lips, that brings something but nothing.
Yet it gets bolder.
Trying to receive a signal from mines.
Yet, I disconnect.
Yet, it reboots.
Again, I disconnect.