My mind spelled your name
with such intimacy
that I craved for the lips
between your legs
at two o' clock in the morning,
with sweat running down my spine.
And I know that my name
orchestrates the symphony
under your sheets
whenever you're alone
on a Sunday afternoon.
I guess we can call it even.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 11:38 AM UTC
My mind spelled your name
with such intimacy
that I craved for the lips
between your legs
at two o' clock in the morning,
with sweat running down my spine.
And I know that my name
orchestrates the symphony
under your sheets
whenever you're alone
on a Sunday afternoon.
I guess we can call it even.
