Stop darting your eyes lover,
Believe me when I lie to you.
This is not blood on my hands,
Just cherry ridden love.
Let me spread you apart against my body.
I leave you purple;
Wondering how lips could have such depth.
You are the color of the moon
Pure in complexion,
But I am ravenous, lover
My hands are harsh on the skin.
I might be black and blue,
But I'm pink and gold for you.
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 11:24 PM UTC
Stop darting your eyes lover,
Believe me when I lie to you.
This is not blood on my hands,
Just cherry ridden love.
Let me spread you apart against my body.
I leave you purple;
Wondering how lips could have such depth.
You are the color of the moon
Pure in complexion,
But I am ravenous, lover
My hands are harsh on the skin.
I might be black and blue,
But I'm pink and gold for you.
