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.