What's there to say
When everything is okay

Your eyes smile so sweetly
Especially when your teeth are gently digging into my flesh -your evening delicacy
There's something about your love that I fancy
Your eager hands, maybe..
And the way you make me feel so **** ****

I don't feel anything
Just a burn on the back of my throat
From all this tequila I've been drinking

Why does a love that does not exist still burn as powerful as the plasmic magnetic fields that boil within the sun?

Maybe one day this fascination will burst into a supernova..
And you may have no where to run..

There's some nights like these

When I can't resist the thought

Of your lips pressed against my cheeks

And your fingers dancing across the new ******* I bought

I fill my lungs with lust
And fixate my dilated eyes on these light fixtures
The room has been spinning for hours
And I keep exhaling all of this seductive literature

Sometimes my tongue gets a little wicked
My fingers keep twitching
But that's only because the good lord knows how badly this love has me smitten

I'll spend my night self loathing--over this glass of wine

I always end up like this, every night

But in the morning, I'm fine.