There he is, asleep in his house
There you are, asleep on my bed
just waiting for me
I smile because the sweet fragrance
of sweet lilies and passion
that lines your neck has already
permeated the room and it hits me as soon as I walk in
I lay behind you and wrap my arms around your
far too familiar waistline that my fingers
know far better than my logic should allow
You scoot farther into me knowing I’ll protect you
Protect you from the thems, hims, and occasional hers
You know I’d never let anything harm you because
my warm body behind you tells you
I reach for my Panda and when I turn back
I come to the harsh realization
that you put Everclear in my drink last night
It’s ok, it was a good dream anyway
Feb 25, 2012
Feb 25, 2012 at 12:35 PM UTC
There he is, asleep in his house
There you are, asleep on my bed
just waiting for me
I smile because the sweet fragrance
of sweet lilies and passion
that lines your neck has already
permeated the room and it hits me as soon as I walk in
I lay behind you and wrap my arms around your
far too familiar waistline that my fingers
know far better than my logic should allow
You scoot farther into me knowing I’ll protect you
Protect you from the thems, hims, and occasional hers
You know I’d never let anything harm you because
my warm body behind you tells you
I reach for my Panda and when I turn back
I come to the harsh realization
that you put Everclear in my drink last night
It’s ok, it was a good dream anyway
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