drive me up
to santa monica,
we can lie on the
golden bed of sand,
sneaking between our toes
and my locks,
waves gently hitting
our feet,
barely getting them wet.

drive me up
to santa monica,
chemistry sparkling
between our barely
open mouths,
lips wet,
anticipation mingling
with our breaths.

drive me up
to santa monica
and let me show you
what a golden, empty beach,
quiet waves and secretive girl
can lead you to, babe.

oh, how i adore you,

the way you talk
the way you walk,
that cologne that i love so much,
and your burned touch,
the sound of your raspy voice,
makes me feel as if i made the right choice,
by choosing you as my next potential
victim, and how you made
yourself so essential
in my silly life,
how you took out the knife
in my bleeding back,
and you stayed for a snack,
in the middle of the night,
your eyes are bright,
and it makes me wanna write
about all the things you make right,
how you hold me so tight,
with a bit of a fright
in your cold bones,

oh, how i adore you.

i am drunk,
i am high,
and i am yours.

The last minute, is the only one I find productive.