Your honeydew eyes make me melt, I drip watercolours and stardust. Your lips are coated in sugar. Mine are sealed with lace. You are a velvet star, the cashmere sun I am the silk moon, a lost swan. Kiss me so I can taste like cherries too and raw peaches and champagne
You look like the Mediterranean coast You are the sun that sets on Greek Islands You are the northern lights of Norway You are the Paris city lights You are the waves of Monaco beaches You are mine to wrap myself up in
You are heaven, I would walk through all 7 infernos of **** for you. You are a Michelangelo sculpture You are holy.
You are pure gold, and you’ve got my eyes gleaming.
I’ll be your mermaid, your faerie, your sweet siren. I’ll be your anything.
All you gotta do is say yes to heaven, then I can be your moon.
I hate you. I want to fight you. So let our tongues wrestle with our lips at war And you can give me love bites on my neck And then I will be defeated, but I won’t tap out. I’m not enjoying it, I simply don’t want you to stop..
It lingers on the tongue Green banana with morning mouth Picked too early Turning brown under the sun Bitter bite Leaving sticky sap on your lips Never quite what I wanted Even as much as he flaunted his Sickeningly sweet eyes It just wasn't right.
I hate commitment, but that's probably just because I'm afraid of it