Feelings explode from my chest
Like honey, hot and sticky
Set off by hours of smoke
Finally realized in the fade
My hard edges fraying
In the fire of curling greens
Expectations only rising when I do
High on the idea of you
On the feeling and taste of you
Lips tattooed on my skin
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 5:02 PM UTC
Feelings explode from my chest
Like honey, hot and sticky
Set off by hours of smoke
Finally realized in the fade
My hard edges fraying
In the fire of curling greens
Expectations only rising when I do
High on the idea of you
On the feeling and taste of you
Lips tattooed on my skin