You know, you’re not supposed to fall in love with the first girl you hook up with
Why do I never listen
To sane advice

Opened in a little ring of pleasure
Lips so soft and innocent, untouched
Body moving with the delights of yourself
And I don’t want to kiss you
So much as I want to worship you
And all I can do
Is wait for sweet sounds to escape you
Involuntary, moans of an angel
It’s the music I needed this morning,
The music I long for always

I spend too many nights thinking
Wondering, writing, dreaming
Of someone who doesn't even think of me