My mouth can't help but oblige
when I'm looking into your heavy
steeped, black espresso eyes.
A wicked, soulful grin
tongue & cheek with ***** words
bite my lip & watch you grin.
Press my back up against the wooden door,
loosen the lock on my lips
you'll definitely enjoy what I
have in store
Run your hand under my waistband
and touch me like a painted maid
soulful, melodic
passion breathes
in the tongue riffs
you play
the symphony of pleasure you produce
is such a tease
Yet someone else has left lines in your sketchbook,
paint splatters on your notebooks,
memories in your songs hooks.
All the lines of lyrics, memorized
recited to me time after time
darling, open up your
water coloured veins to me
let me patten your psychedelic heart
and watch my paintings bleed.
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 7:11 PM UTC
My mouth can't help but oblige
when I'm looking into your heavy
steeped, black espresso eyes.
A wicked, soulful grin
tongue & cheek with ***** words
bite my lip & watch you grin.
Press my back up against the wooden door,
loosen the lock on my lips
you'll definitely enjoy what I
have in store
Run your hand under my waistband
and touch me like a painted maid
soulful, melodic
passion breathes
in the tongue riffs
you play
the symphony of pleasure you produce
is such a tease
Yet someone else has left lines in your sketchbook,
paint splatters on your notebooks,
memories in your songs hooks.
All the lines of lyrics, memorized
recited to me time after time
darling, open up your
water coloured veins to me
let me patten your psychedelic heart
and watch my paintings bleed.
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