I treasure those eyes the best, so lovely each night. Long lashes fluttering with your trademarked twisted elegance. I trace your skinny hips and kiss your scarlet lips, we lay close and and whisper across the quiet divide. I sit inhaling smoke and exhaling pretty words that roll off the tip of my tongue, sliding down the floor boards. Drinking, spinning in sickly sweet light. I can tell them, always trusting the people I meet, dancing to the sweet spot. Wicked am I, missing the saunter of those long lovely legs. Trapped a loop of taunting, teasing laughter. We all talk crazy, tangled and comfortable in each others hair, this is the closest to perfection I've ever been.
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 10:26 AM UTC
I treasure those eyes the best, so lovely each night. Long lashes fluttering with your trademarked twisted elegance. I trace your skinny hips and kiss your scarlet lips, we lay close and and whisper across the quiet divide. I sit inhaling smoke and exhaling pretty words that roll off the tip of my tongue, sliding down the floor boards. Drinking, spinning in sickly sweet light. I can tell them, always trusting the people I meet, dancing to the sweet spot. Wicked am I, missing the saunter of those long lovely legs. Trapped a loop of taunting, teasing laughter. We all talk crazy, tangled and comfortable in each others hair, this is the closest to perfection I've ever been.