Mind to mouth, misconstrue
Topic of conversation here's looking at you
My hearts worth more than the money in my pockets
Penny for your thoughts if you could afford it.
My time is precious, you can't deny this
Heaven or hell, who knows which exists.
Mind on a billion things at the same time.
Curvature is more than a four letter word
Maybe my body has been found less desirable
But do you know anything that has been this reliable?
All of these little mind games
We play with each other each and every day
Times are a changing at least you can respect
Before you're left with nothing but regrets

Sometimes we become so very afraid of our own shadows, that we forget there's so much more to be scared of in this world.

Oh snake master, with your deep eyes and your skillful tongue
Please uncage me and let me run my scales wildly through your hands
Hold me steadily, strongly as you tame me
Freeing me from the confines which house me
Oh snake master, your skin cool to the touch like mine
Pale white and smooth
We are different from each other, but similar
My blood runs cold while your veins pump warmly, coursing through your being
Oh snake master
Run your hands across my tiny body
Hold me firmly while you speak
Whisper softly to me as I wrap around your neck
Gripping you tightly as I become comfortable
You are not afraid
Oh snake master
Tell me your secrets
I am content here, now coiled around your arm
Your eyes glisten with hope, face handsome and young
I want to surround you, to find home within your warmth
Oh snake master
I feel your heart beating
You have me bewitched under your charm

Oh snake master
Oh snake master
Oh snake master

Life forces intertwining, strangers if not for a moment when their two worlds collide.
And somewhere lost to the years your soul recognizes one another.
Even if you don't care to admit it out loud.
Getting caught up in a sea of possibility, the unknown darkness creeping up into a new dawn.
And yet there he is beside you, for twelve hours ago you were strangers to an extent.
Meeting for the first time.
However you are still strangers now, as you lay side by side un-touching.
The words which escaped his drawn out perfect lips, ring through your head.
The scent of alcohol and cheap beer still linger in your mouth and cling to your unwashed skin.
You muster up everything in your being not to give in to the temptation laying beside you.
Because lord knows you want to.
But you already realize this is just another game of cat and mouse to him.
And no matter what, he will always be the victor.

One bed, two hearts
Lips meet, fingers touch
Welcome home

These thoughts for you are unrealistic
Motion sickness, trying to get my heart to fix this
Wrong time, right pleasure
Make my knees weak where you buried your treasure.

Drowning in an unrelenting sea of my thoughts and feelings. A new wave crashes against the deck before the last wave is quelled.
It's endless, however it doesn't feel like a sea of hopelessness.
I am vastly built with all of these mechanisms, some good, while some are bad and could use a little fixing.
Incredibly headstrong, and my heart is constantly exposed.
Where as many aspects of myself stays the same, there are parts like the gears of a clock which are constantly moving. Changing, growing and replenishing.
Even though it's never proven a good trait, I tend to romanticize things, people, places...
A gorgeous smile in a dim-light room.
Eyes screaming "I want you", while you're fighting with your conscious not to give in to the temptation of what's before you.
Nights like this, alone in my bed. Wind howling outside and my mind being overly contemplative.
I find myself wanting to reach out to someone, to make some sort of post that intrigues someone enough to have a conversation with me.
But I'm so far from that person.
Hold it all in, keep it to myself like I always do.
These feelings will pass, but I don't want them to.