Your lips infiltrate my soul.
Your breath on my neck, hands on my waist.
It's taking a toll.
Not one thing makes sense, nothing at all.
I'm a bit dazed from that impacting fall.
You make all of my imperfections into something so flawless.
You take the words from my mouth,
I couldn't have said less.
And I couldn't have said more,
when my eyes caught yours.
Your body caressing mine like the waves on the shore.
Your passion is fire,
your love is demanding.
Just a little bit longer,
that's all that I'm asking.
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 3:59 PM UTC
Your lips infiltrate my soul.
Your breath on my neck, hands on my waist.
It's taking a toll.
Not one thing makes sense, nothing at all.
I'm a bit dazed from that impacting fall.
You make all of my imperfections into something so flawless.
You take the words from my mouth,
I couldn't have said less.
And I couldn't have said more,
when my eyes caught yours.
Your body caressing mine like the waves on the shore.
Your passion is fire,
your love is demanding.
Just a little bit longer,
that's all that I'm asking.
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