Speak to me in your honey suckle voice,
Eyes bright like blue lavender laid out to dry;
I want to be drenched in the stickiness of love.
Sticky like a fly trapped in a spider’s web
But unwilling to try to escape.
Croon to me in your apple cider voice,
Lips puckering at the tartness;
I want to be warmed up in the heat of love.
Hot like an egg frying on the pavement
Ready to be eaten with salt and pepper.
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 4:12 PM UTC
Speak to me in your honey suckle voice,
Eyes bright like blue lavender laid out to dry;
I want to be drenched in the stickiness of love.
Sticky like a fly trapped in a spider’s web
But unwilling to try to escape.
Croon to me in your apple cider voice,
Lips puckering at the tartness;
I want to be warmed up in the heat of love.
Hot like an egg frying on the pavement
Ready to be eaten with salt and pepper.
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