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Baylee Kaye Jan 2019
just tell me that you think I look pretty tonight
and that my eyes look dazzling under lights
please don’t hesitate on all that you’re thinking
because now all the thoughts in my head are spinning
d.c.
Baylee Kaye Jan 2019
I’ll start acting like a lady,
no more misbehaving,
I promise that I’ll change me.
no more of what we’ve been up to.
I’ll leave it all up to you,
no more of what we used to do.
d.c.
Baylee Kaye Jan 2019
I’ll let you be the artist,
so I can be your canvas.
decorate me how think is best,
I’ll trust your intuition.
add some blacks and blues,
mixed with red and purple hues,
coating my sensitive skin.
I’ll obey your every wish,
because with each pleasure comes a kiss,
from lips that lay claim to me.
I’m addicted to all you have to offer,
please won’t you just paint me now?
you know exactly how to,
I don’t even have to tell you.
just lay me down and pin me,
undress me and undo me.
I’ll listen to your every word.
whisper in my ear you love me,
and tell me all you’ll do to me.
tonight I am yours to use.
so let us experiment,
trying different positions,
testing all of these hues.
why must I have to beg you?
don’t you know that I want this?
just be my father and tell me what to do.
I can’t help but lay in bed every night,
touching myself and thinking of you.
thinking about all that you’ll do.
I promise that I’ll be good,
so long as you give it to me.
you know I want this too.
d.c.
Baylee Kaye Jan 2019
look now, we own the empires.
we can rule the kingdoms
as far as eyes can see,
as long as you’re next to me.
this isn’t just a dream.
d.c.
Baylee Kaye Jan 2019
every part of me, craves your company.
grab your coat, turn off your phone, let’s go.
my hand in your hand,
what more could we need?
come on now, baby, come get lost with me.
d.c.
Baylee Kaye Jan 2019
his love stretch’d down from heaven above
with my peace derived from his affection
once astray now brought to life
lost in an untamed sea, but
o, what joy - o, what joy
he found me
d.c.
Baylee Kaye Jan 2019
sometimes I find it hard to talk to you
so I make lists in my sleep,
of something I could say.
but still I come up empty.
what is it about you?
I can’t live with you or without you.
every single day, I sit in my anxiety.
trying to find a way to say anything.
won’t you remember that I’m your baby?
and if you give a ****, won’t you not leave me?
you’re the one I’ll always choose,
please be mine and don’t waste my time.
love me for who I’m meant to be,
so won’t you please give me something?
because sometimes it’s hard for me to talk to you.
heavily inspired by rent
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