Our lips met in a cosmic collision, like the sun and the moon in an eclipse; we sensually nibbled, and ******, and licked, and tongued, and got a taste of each other's sadness. I could almost swear kissing you felt like drowning and yet, never wanting to come up for air. Our hands were frantic, like ballerinas made to dance under the tune of insane rock music; we fumbled on each other's zips and buttons, 'til they were ripped along with our clothes and the masks we wore. Our skins grazed in sweat and despair, like the earth good-morning-kissed by the sun after an entire night of raining; we caressed and clawed on backs; I was pretty sure I had glimpse of your soul, and you probably saw a void where mine should be, but we let our demons dance 'til two, like figure skaters gliding gracefully over thin ice during a winter night.
And I thought it was love. God, I almost called it love, I even wished it was.
But darling, it was the bottles on the floor. Probably *****.
"So tell me how you're so confident." You say with a glimmer of seduction in your half shut eyes, your head leaned back- I want you. I want to watch you melt in my hands. I'm slipping on snow on the patio but your glance keeps me steady, I want your hands on me already. You're 10 years older but I've caught your eye, I make you want to say "she'll have another" on your dime. We're standing outside, you'll never see me again therefore I'll sink my teeth in. You move a little closer, I'll hate when this is over. I bite your lip- you breathe deeply and put your hand on my hip. I feel the soft ****** of your 5 o'clock shadow, you're hardly callow. I force myself to pull away- this is casual I say- I turn on my toes, my hair sways, and I toss one last hedonistic gaze to the man responsible for my daze.
I kissed a stranger in a bar, he had light hair and light colored eyes, he was a man and I'll never be the same again.
He is the sun on a rainy afternoon. He is the voice that fills the silence in your car. He is the strong and the humble and the proud. He is the laugh in the back of your throat. He is the hand that gives you support. He is the song that you keep coming back to, years after your first listen. He is the insomnia that keeps you awake at three in the morning. He is the clouded memory in the back of your brain. He is the kind of love that you don't even know exists until you've had it.
This poison has taken over my body I stumble and I fall I laugh and then I cry I wish that I could fly - And so I test it When did I get here? What's with the white sheets? I don't need medicine Medicine can't fix me Blur, it's all a blur I think, I think I jumped No, no wait, I was pushed I don't remember, I can't I can't remember Love, why do you do this to me?