"It's not much,
but it's the heart I gave to you with my love"

As the chandelier hanging in my chest,
is a decorative display of bravery
And I hope none of my fears swing on it,
making everything fall down to the ground

In the backhand of a cigarette,
every smoke rising is another regret
Getting lost in screaming screens on the internet,
trying to find yourself in the comments of a thread
Flightless birds on a twitter thread; sorry an X,
exactly how I feel; crossed out from another trend
I must of been late, stuck in the holes of my head;- a hairnet,
as all I really need for myself, is a forced reset

**** dreams-
oh the naked eyes of desire;
as passion burns my inners with her fire

Was it your red lips,
that scarred me in marking bites after a kiss
Dancing tongues in a chorus sung by longing flesh,
and a searching location to address the need for
me, to rip you out of that nightdress

Slowly I caress, with running fingers on your skin,
chasing after your awaited breath; not rushing to go in
But with ease, easily as the words I say to express love,
it impresses my hunger for you by the tip of a tongue

      I must apologize now,
        as hard as it is now; I may get a little rough!

I would die,
dinning on you
Running up the stairs to a reach,
as even after death- I'll still hold onto you

I've seen the glass of your eyes,
as the glow brightly of a reflecting despair,
Desires of a searching heart; still unfound
as we've gone a couple rounds
To a cost of pleasure, divided in equal parts;
we are the amount of a harmonic ****** found
Seeking multiplication; hopefully not by mistake,
and parasites at the most, feeding on each other's side
longing to kiss your face, and losing my tongue in that
secret place

To make the sweetest of love- a wright,
a maker ironically who messes up your make up,
So wrong of me in such a feeling that feels so right,
a cloud of the night, who covers your eyes to the atmosphere,
Whether we weather this together, it isn't a goal of mine,
to get you to any point of dryness
And with all these kisses made of wine; red lips of passion,
with all of the kisses that don't taste less of the finest

Our silhouettes will be animations of our character,
climbing into bed lastly; as the final step of foreplay's ladder
I'm a little old fashioned, wearing myself down,
and wrinkling time with the intentions of leaving lines on your
body matter

No matter;
we'd play prior movie scenes with a little more action,
holding onto a moment in a body's lens- let's capture
The best parts of ourselves, for the best never lasts too long,
so we'd try to get the catchy parts to reminisce on its chorus
Like every popular and trending love song,
but I'm spending too much time on my own words
Especially for someone who has been waiting for so long,
so we'd best play into our desires like playing that song,
                            "baby, let's get it on"

Once upon a time a kiss,
in a land of feelings, and desire
Lived what we thought was the perfect kiss,

Our very first words, of tasting one other,
and a journey of potential love;
finding our likes and dislikes, we soon came to discover

Cinderella kisses- at a time you and I had a ball,
waking up from such a lucid dream, as kids
And being so innocent and pure as a Snow white,
still skipping stones along a stream of our dreams

Never telling our parents of this young relationship we had,
and of all those secret places you and I had kissed- our neverland
As I was losing my fingers in all of the curls of your hair;
I climbed the towers of kissing up your neck with steady kisses;
to impress myself on my Rapunzel of no other compare

As I imagined you, pricked by my passion;
a sweet endless dream of beauty, with my resting head
on your bare chest; you were always such a Sleeping beauty
Sleeping in all of our cuddles, I was waiting patiently
to wake up another morning with you

Even to this day, I wonder if we could have ended our story
with a happily ever after final kiss
Sigh, it was all a fairytale,
just made to help me reminisce

                  ...the end.