Acsending high in the friendly skies
Yet my mind lies in what lies within the inner sanctum
That scream of praise and devastation coitally in your inner thighs
Mornings of wonder and blissful thoughts
Midnights filled with ice cream and talks
Ice Cold...yet our emotions melted and were caught
Like Kobain my brain overloads with what could be
Lines of ******* running to a no end marathon
Of love, lust, and similes
Why can't I shake this feeling
Blended so eloquently with a hint of fresh mint
But the acacia grows perpendicular with right angles of symmetry
Late nights and early mornings like ambrosia you sing...
Wrapped in a lyrical yet detrimental feeling of what could...no...what can be...
I dream of whimsical phalicies and fantasies of you with me
Wrapped so taut around my mind and waist i can't concede...so evocative...a little provocative...
Midnight Mornings greet the sun and the moon
Oh shit....too soon...I zoom...with Commodores like Lionel Richie...
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 2:21 AM UTC
Acsending high in the friendly skies
Yet my mind lies in what lies within the inner sanctum
That scream of praise and devastation coitally in your inner thighs
Mornings of wonder and blissful thoughts
Midnights filled with ice cream and talks
Ice Cold...yet our emotions melted and were caught
Like Kobain my brain overloads with what could be
Lines of ******* running to a no end marathon
Of love, lust, and similes
Why can't I shake this feeling
Blended so eloquently with a hint of fresh mint
But the acacia grows perpendicular with right angles of symmetry
Late nights and early mornings like ambrosia you sing...
Wrapped in a lyrical yet detrimental feeling of what could...no...what can be...
I dream of whimsical phalicies and fantasies of you with me
Wrapped so taut around my mind and waist i can't concede...so evocative...a little provocative...
Midnight Mornings greet the sun and the moon
Oh shit....too soon...I zoom...with Commodores like Lionel Richie...
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