Twist In The Black Forest

It's the peppermint twist and those were the days it was dark when we kissed in the Black Forest Haze. Could you ever forget how your dad greeted us as he sat on the stairs, I went home on the bus? Oh those childish times, we obeyed all the rules as I write down these rhymes I can tell we were fools. When I next travel south to the Forest's green fringe could I borrow your mouth, can we go on a binge? Just to make up for those days of innocent touch I will bring you a rose reminiscence as such.