the curve of your neck the tilt of your head the shape of your lips shiny eyes as tears are shed shattered glass in the corners of your eyes glittering slivers never-ending highs the way you move the form of your thighs the flick of your wrists whisper pretty lies tongue tasting liking what it finds can't escape the friction twisting in your binds pleasure taking you out of your mind wanting it forever but running out of time all on your own watching you sway moving to the rhythm you know i'll stay lost in you drinking you in hope you remember my lips on your skin look at me with suffocating green eyes fingers interlaced underneath ashen skies
Underneath the shifting layers of gravel and soil, the thin crust of busyness and distractions are the hours of merging and melting from our friction and romance, in other words the love and trust that is our bedrock.
I want the moon to be ours Not Yours Not Mine in lunar madness we orbit horizontal to the dark side full on the mouth in half dressed lust quartered in love shivers le soleil I'm your sun burning masculine la lune your my sultry luna dripping female form night lighting breaming electric snow basking amour Not Mine Not Yours under Our Moon
I can't escape from you You're keeping me Hidden away Not letting me love Anyone else Your smile is paralyzing Your eyes are heart-stopping Everything you do Brings me back farther I can't escape from you So why should I try Can't run away From the way you look at me From the way you glance down From the way you smirk You're deadly But somehow You're keeping me alive I'm bound To your soul Whether you want it Or not You can try to push me away But absence makes the heart grow fonder You're the definition Of angelic I can't help But think of you Every time I breathe Every step Is meant to get closer to you To touch your skin Feel your lips on mine Revel in the friction I can't escape from you But then again I don't want to
Souls don’t have friction, if there without clear instructions to what’s being used for? Meant to combine the velocity of aspects surrounding the pure energy from growing without endangering itself. Souls becoming too powerful without layers. Layers interpreting logical statements of what good values is growing over itself for protection. Layers protecting itself. Protecting itself from the one that needs sheltering. Forcing more layers to follow in direction. Direction forcing more layers to protect itself more over, then pure energy endangering itself too much! Prompting the ideal for conquest in the face of chaos. Chaos sharing varieties without clarity. Clarity taunting the individual switching off any claims to servitude. Who’s this individual? Umm…clarity itself? (Sighs EVERYWHERE!!!) Energy isn’t withholding itself anymore. It’s destabilizing altogether! Pressure doesn’t come with layers. Endangerment is consequence. The ideal claim without surfaces. Surfaces needing layers without logical statements evolving proudly. Evolving flaws meaning to pace itself out. Clean up the act so chaos can protrude reasoning. Basic fundamental truth of life itself. So, which is it…? Souls without layers! Or dynamic layers ******* energy material too fearful to crack without confrontation? Exceeding the limitations of presence alone. Were all doomed! However, why isn’t there a claim to any of this? Friction has another backbone in its surface. It’s cleverly silent.
Time and place for all things to rub surfaces together. Layers aren't that great when challenged by something that doesn't make sense to itself. Clear varieties when looking deep within.