A cosmic invitation in his slightly uninvolved eyes
shows me a shared future, or an immediate demise
It flashes quickly
he, lagging,
sticks around to keep up with me
me, bragging,
to no one of the secret we keep
loving and feeling, we'd fall right asleep
Underneath the same clean linen sheet
that look, ensaring
me into that "I-must-give-in" trap
his voice, daring
What do lovers do right before a nap?
Everything he says: an allusion to later
he likes to prepare me, just to make sure
Then before I know it:
His arm squeezing my neck
like its always been our thing
as proudly, I look
at my new wedding ring.
and then his body swings right by me
and the eyebrows he gave me probably didn't mean a thing
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 12:03 PM UTC
A cosmic invitation in his slightly uninvolved eyes
shows me a shared future, or an immediate demise
It flashes quickly
he, lagging,
sticks around to keep up with me
me, bragging,
to no one of the secret we keep
loving and feeling, we'd fall right asleep
Underneath the same clean linen sheet
that look, ensaring
me into that "I-must-give-in" trap
his voice, daring
What do lovers do right before a nap?
Everything he says: an allusion to later
he likes to prepare me, just to make sure
Then before I know it:
His arm squeezing my neck
like its always been our thing
as proudly, I look
at my new wedding ring.
and then his body swings right by me
and the eyebrows he gave me probably didn't mean a thing
