There seems to be no where out of this
Confusing state of mind.
Everywhere I go,
I feel like I've left you behind...
You feel so right to me,
Your beauty makes me blind
To the looming negativities
That are there for me to find...
On and on I wish it could go.
'Til our bodies are pulsating.
Senses racing,
Eyes fixating,
Upon each other...
And then embracing,
Holding tight...
Kiss, lick, kiss, lick;
On and on into the night.
Dec 14, 2010
Dec 14, 2010 at 10:26 AM UTC
There seems to be no where out of this
Confusing state of mind.
Everywhere I go,
I feel like I've left you behind...
You feel so right to me,
Your beauty makes me blind
To the looming negativities
That are there for me to find...
On and on I wish it could go.
'Til our bodies are pulsating.
Senses racing,
Eyes fixating,
Upon each other...
And then embracing,
Holding tight...
Kiss, lick, kiss, lick;
On and on into the night.
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