Your love moves me
like a slave with
purpose.
Every kiss, every hug,
every touch, every word,
I fall from freedom
into the mercy of your
waiting hands,
but I adore this
sweet asylum,
I am bound to your
eloquent chains of
lavish cupidity and
webs of entangling elation.
Dip me deep into
your river, and
never let me up for air.
It's never too late
for roses.
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 10:22 PM UTC
Your love moves me
like a slave with
purpose.
Every kiss, every hug,
every touch, every word,
I fall from freedom
into the mercy of your
waiting hands,
but I adore this
sweet asylum,
I am bound to your
eloquent chains of
lavish cupidity and
webs of entangling elation.
Dip me deep into
your river, and
never let me up for air.
It's never too late
for roses.
