As my lips wrap around yours
I begin to plummet in a sea of no color
Something so tranquil and so plain
Not even a speck of grey
My walls spin till no end
All thoughts have met no mends
You sir have managed to touch the smallest of nerve
Breaking my very curve
I now dance upon the tip of your finger
Grasping your tongue with words that linger
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
As my lips wrap around yours
I begin to plummet in a sea of no color
Something so tranquil and so plain
Not even a speck of grey
My walls spin till no end
All thoughts have met no mends
You sir have managed to touch the smallest of nerve
Breaking my very curve
I now dance upon the tip of your finger
Grasping your tongue with words that linger
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