When our bare skin collides
like the slowly fading tides
Your heart starts to speed,
and I catch that smile in your eyes
When my hand starts to trace
the curves of your face
The look that you make,
lets me know its okay
When your graps gets tighter,
Its like the spark of my lighter
burning hot like the fire
in flames of desire
With every touch of our lips,
its a selfish foregin trick
the way you capture the bliss
that my heart used to miss
The way you look in my eyes,
like its again the first time,
fills my bones to the core
and leaves me longing for more
The little things you don't know you do,
have me wrapped up in all of you,
hold me close, and don't let me go,
I'm looking for more than a puppet show.
Sep 26, 2011
Sep 26, 2011 at 1:32 PM UTC
When our bare skin collides
like the slowly fading tides
Your heart starts to speed,
and I catch that smile in your eyes
When my hand starts to trace
the curves of your face
The look that you make,
lets me know its okay
When your graps gets tighter,
Its like the spark of my lighter
burning hot like the fire
in flames of desire
With every touch of our lips,
its a selfish foregin trick
the way you capture the bliss
that my heart used to miss
The way you look in my eyes,
like its again the first time,
fills my bones to the core
and leaves me longing for more
The little things you don't know you do,
have me wrapped up in all of you,
hold me close, and don't let me go,
I'm looking for more than a puppet show.
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