little boy when do you learn?
you're already burnt
i can tell you wanna get burnt
but you are looking at me with that irritated smile
i'm smiling with my mask on as we both are unalike

an american girl and a boy can search for so much more
but you are just a mien
see the ghosts inside of my mind as you're to see
were all a little insane at times
when it comes to you and me i see eagerness
but i don't want to be difficult at all

a boy can be a set as a main
a girl can be set as a pleasure
but does not mean we can take them for granted

whatever happens with us, your body will inhabit mine
tender delicate your love making like
the half - curled frown of a fiddled head fern and forests
just wasted by sun your traveled generous thighs
in which my whole face has come and come.

the innocence and wisdom of the place my tounge has found
there, lived in satiate dance of your ******* in my mouth
your touch on me, firm, protective searching me out of your
strong tounge and slender fingers reaching where i had been waiting for years for you in my rosy wet cave. whenever this happens
this is us.

we do not choose who we fall in love with,
and our perception of happiness is our own and
is determined by what we experience..

I wake up wanting your lips, I wake up wanting your arms, I wake up wanting your waist on mine, I wake up wanting our hands laced together, I wake up wanting to look into your stargazing eyes, I wake up wanting you.