The way your cherry red lips curve,
And form that smile like pearl white Caribbean shores.
How your touch feels like sunbathing in the French Riviera.
Your eyes like gardens in early spring,
Inviting me to get lost in eternal labyrinths.
Your soft skin like vanilla ice-cream,
Warm like scented candles.
You, me...Us.
It feels like flirting with disaster,
It feels like going down a metal slide
On a hot summer day,
But baby,
you know I like to get burned.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 6:15 PM UTC
The way your cherry red lips curve,
And form that smile like pearl white Caribbean shores.
How your touch feels like sunbathing in the French Riviera.
Your eyes like gardens in early spring,
Inviting me to get lost in eternal labyrinths.
Your soft skin like vanilla ice-cream,
Warm like scented candles.
You, me...Us.
It feels like flirting with disaster,
It feels like going down a metal slide
On a hot summer day,
But baby,
you know I like to get burned.
