She tastes like spring, summer time sweetness, I can’t get enough of it I need my fix,I crave her when she isn’t here, I desire for her to always be near
I sit and wonder what she thinks about when she's alone
Whose mind does she see when her eyes close
I want it to be mine, consume her with a fire so im the only one that makes her butterflies fly.
One arms distance, is how close I hold her.
Not so close to be suffocating, she knows our boundaries.
She is the sound of freedom and I just a swallow.
Nesting in the branches of her love.
I smell her on my sheets, stray strands of hair on my pillow, lost in thought remembering how it got there.
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 12:16 AM UTC
She tastes like spring, summer time sweetness, I can’t get enough of it I need my fix,I crave her when she isn’t here, I desire for her to always be near
I sit and wonder what she thinks about when she's alone
Whose mind does she see when her eyes close
I want it to be mine, consume her with a fire so im the only one that makes her butterflies fly.
One arms distance, is how close I hold her.
Not so close to be suffocating, she knows our boundaries.
She is the sound of freedom and I just a swallow.
Nesting in the branches of her love.
I smell her on my sheets, stray strands of hair on my pillow, lost in thought remembering how it got there.
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