Seductive wayward hands Like silk, soft to the touch Travel down her lustrous skin Southbound too their destination Lips, neck combine in passion Warm breath on the neck Turns into sultry slow kisses She grips his hair tightly Her soft moans reverberate in his ear As his fingers glisten with her lust
I miss him I guess I'll never stop missing him Sometimes I wish I'd never let go of that hand That way, maybe he would've stayed Sometimes I'd stare at the half-empty bottle of perfume by my bedside Wishing that if I put it on He'd find himself at my door again
I want to get undressed for him again Watch our naked forms collide into an apocalypse Wrap my legs around his waist Feel his lips crashing against mine Inhaling every scent of his Heaven I invite him into my paradise A place where Daydreams and love and his cologne Aren't just soaked into my bedsheets
Our love was trapped in the bottle of perfume By the bedside where we once made love In the palm of my hand It feels like a black hole now Where you never existed And my heart was never broken.
Thoughts I had when I saw that bottle of perfume again.
How do you comfort a loved one Who has been hurt by their lover? Does it ever get easier to see the bruises The scars The shallowness in her breathing? I look at her My blood and my soul sharer How could he?