"If this is our last kiss"

If this is our last kiss
Forgive the tightened, desperate grip
Allow the fusion of each lip
To convey our helplessness
Don’t fight the intertwining tongues
Who’ll taste pure passion while they dance
Our eyes, compelled to steal a glance
Each breath a furnace in my lungs
Inhale my tortured, love-scarred all
Sustained by your each angelic sigh
Think I’ll give stopping time a try
Reach for my hand, I’m yours, let’s fall
Embrace the ruthless, tingling bliss
And know my whole self, I promise
Is always yours—who knows if this
Will be our final, trembling kiss?