With Sweet words that capture my essence
I'll believe in you within your presence
clouds fill the depths of my mind
Best regaurds to the fact that im now blind
But I don't care, not right now
Surely I'll be regretful tomorrow?
Just hold me till it's too late if you're willing
Say the tings that make me smile
Even if its for a short while
Make me forget that this was a mistake
Let me think that its me that you want
Just me
Forgive me, i'm in to deep
Though i've tried treading in shallow waters
You've sadly almost caught me, was it easy?
I struggle to get loose
Your grip intoxicating
Breath like chloroform
Those soft touches burn, please don't stop
my insides crawl with amusement and fear captivates my soul
Though I know nothing good lasts an eternity
I cling to this moment ; never letting it fade
Forever burned into the side of my brain
When you kissed me with velevet

Velvet ropes reiteratedly gave us hope and love.
Velvet ropes made us believe magic was real.
That rope that kept us bound by doggedness is velvet.
The exuberance in our lives is prevented.
Velvet ropes created an askew and bittersweet love.
Love that we will never understand.
Love that makes you voracious for more.
You become thirsty for cascading passion.
The velevet ropes spawns an eternal flame of abundance, exquisiteness and tenderness to the core.
What is this velvet rope that creates a loving, hopeful and prodigious man?
A man who is carefree and only kindheartedly based.
We have looked in all the wrong places.
For the velvet ropes are in the one place you failed to look...
Your own heart.
You are compromised with a great gift.
Turning your back and forming a blind eye to it by looking elsewhere made you lurk further.
Although you misguided yourself, count on the velvet ropes to bring you home...
Today..........
Tomorrow...
Forever........

this is not a word i have used much recently, if i did it will be related to plants i expect.



adjective.



i may use plush in regard to velevet clothing, cloth, clothed. another adjective.



i shall not use it as british informal language, describing ****** attraction. no.



adjective.



i will prefer to write about fabrics or gardens. mostly.



this is a daily thing. here.



sbm.



daily post – lush