lips part and i feel the chill
of the countertop beneath my legs
your lips are on mine and it feels taboo
to know the path, but walk with you
we'd both stumble through apologizes
but it's too late now
no time for show and tell,
only the treasures that we've found
as you kiss down my neck
and i feel a shiver
down my spine
and when i awake
i find none of it is real,
merely a projection of how badly i'd
like to be kissed
by someone deemed safe
but i'm moving forward all the time
no time for a delicate touch
or passionate kiss
no time for lopsided smirks and
intoxicating cologne
i'm much too busy
walking around my room,
waiting for an answer
and searching for truth
i'm much too busy being
someone else's forbidden fruit
but i'll still romanticize
any passing glance
i just value freedom
but should i give this a chance?
Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 5:33 PM UTC
lips part and i feel the chill
of the countertop beneath my legs
your lips are on mine and it feels taboo
to know the path, but walk with you
we'd both stumble through apologizes
but it's too late now
no time for show and tell,
only the treasures that we've found
as you kiss down my neck
and i feel a shiver
down my spine
and when i awake
i find none of it is real,
merely a projection of how badly i'd
like to be kissed
by someone deemed safe
but i'm moving forward all the time
no time for a delicate touch
or passionate kiss
no time for lopsided smirks and
intoxicating cologne
i'm much too busy
walking around my room,
waiting for an answer
and searching for truth
i'm much too busy being
someone else's forbidden fruit
but i'll still romanticize
any passing glance
i just value freedom
but should i give this a chance?
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