With lips
Like Hershey Kisses,
So sweetly,
You draw me in.
Like honey dripping
To a fly,
You draw me in.
Like a beautiful
And smelling flower
to a bee flying free,
You draw me in.
Like a smoker
Wanting their
Nicotine,
You draw me in.
With a grin
Not unlike a
Crescent moon's,
You draw me in.
Like an alcoholic
searching for
one last drop of Gin,
You draw me in.
Like a little lamb,
Drawn to a lion
In search of a friend,
You draw me in.
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 2:53 PM UTC
With lips
Like Hershey Kisses,
So sweetly,
You draw me in.
Like honey dripping
To a fly,
You draw me in.
Like a beautiful
And smelling flower
to a bee flying free,
You draw me in.
Like a smoker
Wanting their
Nicotine,
You draw me in.
With a grin
Not unlike a
Crescent moon's,
You draw me in.
Like an alcoholic
searching for
one last drop of Gin,
You draw me in.
Like a little lamb,
Drawn to a lion
In search of a friend,
You draw me in.
