When you touch me
sometimes time stands still
and sometimes it rushes.
I often can't tell
which is which.
You're either electrifying me
or cooling me down,
or both (?)
Flip my switches,
peel back my hardened layers
to see how the pistons
move inside me
the impetuous blood
streaming through my veins
See, taste, take all you want
from my slim pickings,
unraveled from crowds before you,
but still, they're there.
And though I don't have much to offer,
I'd love to offer it to you.
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 6:52 PM UTC
When you touch me
sometimes time stands still
and sometimes it rushes.
I often can't tell
which is which.
You're either electrifying me
or cooling me down,
or both (?)
Flip my switches,
peel back my hardened layers
to see how the pistons
move inside me
the impetuous blood
streaming through my veins
See, taste, take all you want
from my slim pickings,
unraveled from crowds before you,
but still, they're there.
And though I don't have much to offer,
I'd love to offer it to you.
