we escape to a dark corner so only strangers surround us
i hate to admit i'm a little ashamed
(i know you have been wanting my curves
you know i have been weary)
What is that? You look, point, start to read
But i innterrupt your eyes and whisper saul's secrets to you myself
it's all about the delivery you see
or
maybe i am trying to find a reason to get closer to you
It's my second favorite, I say
What's your first?
I breaststroke back through your canals and reveal Julian's utopian paradise, peeling back the drapes of the boards that built me
I kiss these memorized words into your ear
You are surprised to hear a ***** poem,
Laced with ***** and ***** that catch you off guard
I watch as the ballad sinks into your shoulders
I can tell you have never been with a girl who gets turned on by poems.
Your arms sing higher around my hips
Grips grow tighter
Perhaps this is the first time you have been turned on by a poem.
am i what you expected?
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 5:09 PM UTC
we escape to a dark corner so only strangers surround us
i hate to admit i'm a little ashamed
(i know you have been wanting my curves
you know i have been weary)
What is that? You look, point, start to read
But i innterrupt your eyes and whisper saul's secrets to you myself
it's all about the delivery you see
or
maybe i am trying to find a reason to get closer to you
It's my second favorite, I say
What's your first?
I breaststroke back through your canals and reveal Julian's utopian paradise, peeling back the drapes of the boards that built me
I kiss these memorized words into your ear
You are surprised to hear a ***** poem,
Laced with ***** and ***** that catch you off guard
I watch as the ballad sinks into your shoulders
I can tell you have never been with a girl who gets turned on by poems.
Your arms sing higher around my hips
Grips grow tighter
Perhaps this is the first time you have been turned on by a poem.
am i what you expected?
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