i wish we'd stopped when i asked you to but our hands were heavy with alcohol / or just you. you said i smelled of whisky and desire and i didn't say anything you cared about / we swapped memories and in this version it's me, doing the pushing and pulling and cutting and we make up. we do this to ourselves / to our dogged hearts / 'til our tongues go red from screaming.
Enough to push me past crying You send my heart flying Realizing how much I feel Greater than this unexplainable seal My hand embraces in yours Dancing, the touch flours Blossoming in every motion Awakening this sleeping passion This absolute, deep connection This endearing confession Showering me with how much you care That you're willing to share
Our pride Is our luscious dish We make it more spicy, more pungent No compromise with taste, never It was there Caping off What we wore, Shared and What we exposed To the world Everything was trash In the gutter And our ego Floated like a straw On the surface Designed by it Nature is never revengeful And jealous of anything It rather teaches us a lesson And wants us To redress our deeds....