The pitter patter of your whisper
Warmer than vegetables in the crisper
Flat skin between my ear and cheek
The bandana preferred me not speak
You make me feel lovely
Lavender in the air around thee
You make me think rudely
Back of scratches would allude to me
The stupid roses you got
Standing there, a complete geek
Something poetic you said i forgot
A dozen kisses never got to speak
The fan disappointed, even on high
Listening to Whole Lotta Love
This fahrenheit oh my!
My dear I held everything above
******* on my ear
My eye landed on thy dear
Fingers rubbing through my hair
Merely so, a sly affair
The night was stained with wine
Hand washed the morning after
In cold water specifically
A silk robe clung to me, quite fittingly
On my motorola I dialed
An electrician would come tomorrow
I look at the love letters compiled
And notice my coffee, grown mild
Going over the night at least seven times
Thoughts dirtier than eleven crimes
Above my head floating, like tethered astronauts
Thinking all of my treasured afterthoughts
Eventually dreamt up my fantasies of you
On the end table sat my gloves, quite blue
I made sure always keep track of the two
I spent my whole life looking for you
And finally turning fake memories into real ones
In terms of weight and emotions, I feel tons
Until the weight of the night anchors my lids shut
I will spend the night thinking of who forbids what
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 9:27 AM UTC
The pitter patter of your whisper
Warmer than vegetables in the crisper
Flat skin between my ear and cheek
The bandana preferred me not speak
You make me feel lovely
Lavender in the air around thee
You make me think rudely
Back of scratches would allude to me
The stupid roses you got
Standing there, a complete geek
Something poetic you said i forgot
A dozen kisses never got to speak
The fan disappointed, even on high
Listening to Whole Lotta Love
This fahrenheit oh my!
My dear I held everything above
******* on my ear
My eye landed on thy dear
Fingers rubbing through my hair
Merely so, a sly affair
The night was stained with wine
Hand washed the morning after
In cold water specifically
A silk robe clung to me, quite fittingly
On my motorola I dialed
An electrician would come tomorrow
I look at the love letters compiled
And notice my coffee, grown mild
Going over the night at least seven times
Thoughts dirtier than eleven crimes
Above my head floating, like tethered astronauts
Thinking all of my treasured afterthoughts
Eventually dreamt up my fantasies of you
On the end table sat my gloves, quite blue
I made sure always keep track of the two
I spent my whole life looking for you
And finally turning fake memories into real ones
In terms of weight and emotions, I feel tons
Until the weight of the night anchors my lids shut
I will spend the night thinking of who forbids what
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