"hello" her voice sings
A familiar melody
That I can sing along to
A song of summer days
A dream of secrets
Falling from those lips
Where lust now lingers
The color of stolen wine
Sipped together in the shadows
My hands twist braids
From perfect silk
Let me be caught forever
In these fiery knots
I lie with her
In a bed of downy green
The sweetest home I have ever known
Her smell intoxicates me
Sweet-like cotton candy
God make me strong enough
To deprive this rose of sunlight
So maybe it will die
Before the whole world sees
And scorches it
With words of fire
maybe he will smother it
With his subtle demands
And glass kisses
Teenage curiosity carries him
Through my silence
As I dream of her pale eyes
Soft where he is hard
What would it be like to kiss
That pouting yielding mouth?
She calls my name
And talks of his hands
Covering her body
The finest Gown
Would that it be my hands
Would that it be my name
To make her come alive
With each word
A petal falls
I love her
She loves me not
I love her
She loves me not
I bet she tastes
Like her favorite
Strawberry lipgloss
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 7:46 AM UTC
"hello" her voice sings
A familiar melody
That I can sing along to
A song of summer days
A dream of secrets
Falling from those lips
Where lust now lingers
The color of stolen wine
Sipped together in the shadows
My hands twist braids
From perfect silk
Let me be caught forever
In these fiery knots
I lie with her
In a bed of downy green
The sweetest home I have ever known
Her smell intoxicates me
Sweet-like cotton candy
God make me strong enough
To deprive this rose of sunlight
So maybe it will die
Before the whole world sees
And scorches it
With words of fire
maybe he will smother it
With his subtle demands
And glass kisses
Teenage curiosity carries him
Through my silence
As I dream of her pale eyes
Soft where he is hard
What would it be like to kiss
That pouting yielding mouth?
She calls my name
And talks of his hands
Covering her body
The finest Gown
Would that it be my hands
Would that it be my name
To make her come alive
With each word
A petal falls
I love her
She loves me not
I love her
She loves me not
I bet she tastes
Like her favorite
Strawberry lipgloss
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