kiss me ... kiss me sweetheart ... kiss all parts ... kiss my thirsty lips ... and lay on my chest ... seconds by seconds ... to hear my loving heart ... how it beats madly ... only for you ...
kiss me baby kiss ... and smell the love ... while your head there ... on my chest ... and don't leave ... this chest ... which it holds ... my heart ... between ribs ... only to be in love ... and only for you ...
kiss me sweetheart ... kiss all my parts ... as the sun every morning ... sends it diamond rays ... to kiss all the earth ... to give it's warm ... while it flirts it ... through it kisses ...
yes my only sweetheart ... flirt me with your kisses ...
Now that I have been thinking about it over my sleep, I think you are kinda like ice cream, you are like ice cream on a very hot summer day. you keep melting away, but I keep taking you back, putting you back up in the freezer. Trying to make you like before, at least I think I do, but I keep losing parts of you,
Some parts of you that I love, So tell me should I stop freezing you back Taking you back?
Parts of him, Everything Was broken into parts Of him.
I was told the story Of when his boy lungs Couldn't hold another gasp, And his father found him Five Or was it ten? Minutes later And they had to bring A dead boy back to life.
They were told a story Of how his mother drank A bit too much, often But they musn't, he musn't Speak another word of it, There are parts of stories left untold.
There are parts of him So many parts But never enough parts To make a man whole.
Man, tripartite entity, of earth, water and air, of body, soul and spirit, of proteins, cells and organs, of families, tribes, and cities, of Kings, Houses and Nations. Man is a part and One, A fractal entity of Unity.
Sewn together to be torn apart, bitten, beaten, ripped to pieces. Put back together with used parts, over time her quality decreases. Drifting like petals in the gentle breeze, the Doll goes where the wind blows. She knows hell would have to freeze in order to get a brand new set of clothes. A ribbon wrapped to cover a tortured head, wooden buttons and her bow colored red.
I like your nose and how it is incapable of moving unless you are really happy I like your hair how it always falls into your eyes and you still won't get a hair cut I like your hands even though you think they're always too sweaty If they are, I haven't noticed when our fingers are intertwined I like your arms because before a simple brush of them sent a shock through mine and now they feel like home
