Ever,if we meet under the canopy of coincident Your collars shall be on the verge To be plucked out by me With the 'good-girl nails' plunged into your flesh I promise, I'll get the red in you,out,oozed Soon will turn you Sapphire blue Neither your counters Nor roughness would chase that of mine Now then you shall be Kisna's pigment I shall embellish a Peacock's feather on your unkempt hair design Your hair that you've nurtured in masculine style Torn apart and your face wet in wild wine splashed back to conscious mind A smile for witnessing you mad at me But anyway vengeance was mine.
How long does it take for the words to travel from your brain to your vocal cords? How long does it take before you realize scratching names into sidewalks is not enough the stone will wear away and your fingernails are ****** and you are walking home alone and you can't save anybody?
She does nails she's got indomitable *** appeal a lunging sort of a walk a swagger sort of a talk when she's on the up and up but a straight lace face otherwise hurling enigmatic hellos sweeping up confetti good mornings blowing merry christmases swaying in then out long-time-no-see like it's that end of the year ear to ear clearly
the bathtubs full with cold water - you place your hands on the inside of my ribs - the petals drop like last nights shooting stars - and you told me that was your first kiss - bang bang on my windows baby until i wake up - because no one can know that your in here baby no i don't want no fuss - nails scratching down your velvet skin - do you know how to make me spin? can you make me spin? baby i need you to make me spin - was it really your first kiss? - why do we always lie like this - cry like this - staying awake late in the night to feel your lips - on my hips - make me forget
u don't believe in God but u tell me i'm an angel. i hear the devil when u speak to me, when i see the curve of a hip or soft skin between thighs. your nails painted the colour of your core, your lashes long and wispy. i think it's too much, you tell me i think too much and i think you think of kissing me too much.