Kiss me where it hurts,
taste the indefinite, there
is something beautiful
in the moments that will
fade without warning.
I've been missing the part
of you that craves only me,
I'm a finely wrapped gift on
your door — *unravel me,
unravel me*, I'll buy you more.
You desire the mystery,
feeding the elusive hand
that beckons you — there
are layers to my story but
you only skim the surface.
My ego is a divine thing,
you dress it well, embellish
it with swift strokes, and
pause with fascination.
There are a million ways
to tell me I look good in red
— but I like your way best.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
Kiss me where it hurts,
taste the indefinite, there
is something beautiful
in the moments that will
fade without warning.
I've been missing the part
of you that craves only me,
I'm a finely wrapped gift on
your door — *unravel me,
unravel me*, I'll buy you more.
You desire the mystery,
feeding the elusive hand
that beckons you — there
are layers to my story but
you only skim the surface.
My ego is a divine thing,
you dress it well, embellish
it with swift strokes, and
pause with fascination.
There are a million ways
to tell me I look good in red
— but I like your way best.
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