we sometimes play hide and go seek
with our clothing in your room
and they always end up winning,
so we find each other instead
first your hands to my waist,
then my lips to your neck;
holding each other from falling
off the edge of the earth,
as we slip into a beautiful dreamland together
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
we sometimes play hide and go seek
with our clothing in your room
and they always end up winning,
so we find each other instead
first your hands to my waist,
then my lips to your neck;
holding each other from falling
off the edge of the earth,
as we slip into a beautiful dreamland together
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