this is not a love song, this is brutal honesty
the mother tongue of a girl estranged.
i want nothing more than to curl up with you
i love the sound our lips make together
and how you stumble over my body
as we both explore new lands
with unsure hands.
i am always afraid
and i always want more.
i want you to tell me
that we have 20 minutes to ****
before you have to go
so why dont we **** the time
with no space between us
trigger me baby,
i'm your gun.
how many ways
can we taste each other?
watch me spill love
look for the
drips my heart leaves as i walk out the door.
i am lust
i am hunger
i am want
let every day be saturday night
we'll turn off the lights
and fall together
like pieces of the same world.
you warm my hands
into small fires
skin pressed to mine
hot like live wires.
you make me feel
like a breath,
an irish spring,
green in the sun.
your lips pave roads
from neck to breast,
the oceans of mouths
intermingling,
exchanging salts
and currents.
my heart swims under
your lips,
my fingers trembling
and clutching your chest.
my thighs are not as thin as roses
but just as sweet under your hands.
right now, i need you
truly madly deeply,
and the thunder
will break
soon
i hope