Swirls of green and peach adorn me.
Bubbles tickle at my lips.
Nectar purchased near absorbs me.
Where did you learn to do this?
Superficial little beverage--
Undercover influence.
On our mouths and used for leverage--
Well, we've never made much sense.
Four lips searching sugared contact,
Be it from a can or kiss.
Stretched between our every callback
Lay a smile or a sip.
I can't think what you would taste like
Without citrus as pretense.
Sweetened drinking was our limelight--
No, we never will make sense.
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 12:42 PM UTC
Swirls of green and peach adorn me.
Bubbles tickle at my lips.
Nectar purchased near absorbs me.
Where did you learn to do this?
Superficial little beverage--
Undercover influence.
On our mouths and used for leverage--
Well, we've never made much sense.
Four lips searching sugared contact,
Be it from a can or kiss.
Stretched between our every callback
Lay a smile or a sip.
I can't think what you would taste like
Without citrus as pretense.
Sweetened drinking was our limelight--
No, we never will make sense.
Who cares, making sense is for other people. :)
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