Today
I smell sweet
like waffle cones and honey
Today
you sweep up
my delicate heart
put it in your khaki pocket
and here I am,
soft and blind for you.
It’s all I want to be
These days
surrounded by sweets
whispering sweet nothings
sneaking nibbles of sugary skin
These days of spring
They’re all I want,
have,
or ever will.
Like waffle cones and honey,
Today is the day that I’ve wanted for years.
The day I dreamed of while whisking.
When your hands find the parts of my body, emollient.
And my nerves are pounding like a stampede
that drum up the smell of my perfume- honey.
The dream. The man who waited.
The man I waited to love.
Surrounded by decadence
with our decadent love.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 7:49 PM UTC
Today
I smell sweet
like waffle cones and honey
Today
you sweep up
my delicate heart
put it in your khaki pocket
and here I am,
soft and blind for you.
It’s all I want to be
These days
surrounded by sweets
whispering sweet nothings
sneaking nibbles of sugary skin
These days of spring
They’re all I want,
have,
or ever will.
Like waffle cones and honey,
Today is the day that I’ve wanted for years.
The day I dreamed of while whisking.
When your hands find the parts of my body, emollient.
And my nerves are pounding like a stampede
that drum up the smell of my perfume- honey.
The dream. The man who waited.
The man I waited to love.
Surrounded by decadence
with our decadent love.
