take it off,
dump it on my floor. let the the sound of the thud
fill us both.
excited heart in the dark;
i know your presence is more or less an apology
a sorry for not calling or not thinking or not knowing how to let your love lay just right
eyes closed so that you can have the satisfaction of surprise. as if my body doesn’t leap into exaltation the second you enter my orbit
this bed is miles long as you arrange yourself on top ,
snowflake lips upon neck and the unadulterated words:
Hi pretty.
forgiveness.
Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 3:19 AM UTC
take it off,
dump it on my floor. let the the sound of the thud
fill us both.
excited heart in the dark;
i know your presence is more or less an apology
a sorry for not calling or not thinking or not knowing how to let your love lay just right
eyes closed so that you can have the satisfaction of surprise. as if my body doesn’t leap into exaltation the second you enter my orbit
this bed is miles long as you arrange yourself on top ,
snowflake lips upon neck and the unadulterated words:
Hi pretty.
forgiveness.
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