I wish to hold the tune inside of your trees of lively charisma, and dark-ness cutting into the worse of us. Bedding of just gentle of cuddle-ness. Is that bad or good? There's no sin of affectionately.
I can't be the dark arrow, that you release on slowly, upon hands of your pockets...... and my gentle fiery touching
I fade into the warmth, and the curse of the bled as your eyes ******.... and mine are marbles, lost not to friendlies but to her keeps.
I would have been happy, just to have held you for not lust but an eternity