When I was younger,
as our lips met
I was so eager
to free you
from your fabric bonds
I was in such a hurry
to liberate you
from the oppressive clothing
that was strangling your body
inhibiting your beauty
hiding the soft curves of your skin
I treated our time together
like a small child would treat a Christmas gift,
Greedily tearing away at the wrapping paper
to retrieve the object of his desire.
Unaware that anticipation can be just as rewarding
as the reward itself
My priorities have shifted
I've learned
Let me just lay next to you
admire you as you bite your lip
enticing a kiss.
Just a small one
Let me run my hand down your arm
as my fingers find yours and
i n t e r t w i n e
Let me watch as your eyes follow mine
into the place where no words
need be spoken
I want to listen to your heartbeat
There's no need to rush this.
I want to get lost with you in this moment
Just for a bit
Before we're lost in the passion of the night
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 11:15 PM UTC
When I was younger,
as our lips met
I was so eager
to free you
from your fabric bonds
I was in such a hurry
to liberate you
from the oppressive clothing
that was strangling your body
inhibiting your beauty
hiding the soft curves of your skin
I treated our time together
like a small child would treat a Christmas gift,
Greedily tearing away at the wrapping paper
to retrieve the object of his desire.
Unaware that anticipation can be just as rewarding
as the reward itself
My priorities have shifted
I've learned
Let me just lay next to you
admire you as you bite your lip
enticing a kiss.
Just a small one
Let me run my hand down your arm
as my fingers find yours and
i n t e r t w i n e
Let me watch as your eyes follow mine
into the place where no words
need be spoken
I want to listen to your heartbeat
There's no need to rush this.
I want to get lost with you in this moment
Just for a bit
Before we're lost in the passion of the night
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