I just want to be held.
Embraced by your arms and shoved into your chest with the passion that I long to feel from you.
I want you to burn me.
Burn me to death and give me new life.
Your cigarette burn holed love.
Entrap me in that brown eyed gaze.
**** ME WITH YOUR EYES!
They say you can tell a sign of attraction by watching where someone looks when they are talking to you.
When words escape your mouth all I can look at is where they are coming from.
Your lips that make me want to bite you.
Your tongue that makes me want to shove you against a wall and hold you there.
So you're mine.
Be mine.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 3:11 AM UTC
I just want to be held.
Embraced by your arms and shoved into your chest with the passion that I long to feel from you.
I want you to burn me.
Burn me to death and give me new life.
Your cigarette burn holed love.
Entrap me in that brown eyed gaze.
**** ME WITH YOUR EYES!
They say you can tell a sign of attraction by watching where someone looks when they are talking to you.
When words escape your mouth all I can look at is where they are coming from.
Your lips that make me want to bite you.
Your tongue that makes me want to shove you against a wall and hold you there.
So you're mine.
Be mine.
