Your kisses take me higher

I climb upon your first kiss, roof top high;
then your mighty second kiss sends me to the sky;
I bounce off of your third kiss high as the Himalayas
then zoom with your fourth kiss through the ozone layer;
flying on your fifth kiss, I’m half way to the moon;
sailing on your sixth kiss, beyond Mars and Neptune
but then on your seventh kiss, I leave the galaxy
and with your atomic eighth only the stars see me;
powered by your ninth kiss and I am almost there
but then, with number ten, that is when Heaven appears.