I just can't believe my eyes, In my front is an alluring lass. With pitch-black hair and radiant smile. With silky skin and warm vibes. With a soft embrace and skinny thighs. With pink lips that kisses like a sun rays, which blows all the cold night's haze.
why do i still feel that hanging sadness from when night falls on our shoulders to coax a "bid farewell"? a lingering steal-of-thought that cross-stitches itself in daydream
if i could stretch sunsets i'd bleed them dry 'til we got tired of purple clouds and orange skies... id sit through them with you if only to hold your hand a little longer before home called back a final time