soft strokes awake me in the early morning neck kisses and ear whispers float across my body fluffs of hair, winks of eyes saying you make me happy is a sad excuse for an understatement.
guitar riffs move cheap **** as she sits in corners. shake that hair ever so violently I just might have to warn her if she does it again, it is off with her head.
layer upon layer layer upon overlay multiples of subtraction fools of the oldest days sunshine stained blessed by attraction cooler than the coldest rain moonlit plain a growth flourished by ticks and tocks a love not concerned with any of these clocks.