All the words that I wanted to say, a re gone I need to take a deep breath and calm down. But I can't. The look in your eyes are drowning me. I can only think of one thing. And that is pressing my lips against yours.
Please forget schoolwork, for there are heartier things, such as your forehead craving these good night lips. You thoroughly speak of entwining our limbs, while I'll dream of seeing my sleeping beauty, and a kiss. Although rhyme does not showcase wit, I'm still the man that tonight, you will miss. Moonlight peers over a crest of visions, or balances right on the cusp. With daylight matters so pressing, I'll press just enough. Upon the small of your back, your resonant blessing, to awaken your dreams with my morning touch. Now go to sleep with the help from countess sheep up above, and by my word, we'll catch up. In the early morrow, my love.
Stand by your oath and release what they're supposed to see Because I don't like living in a dark, twisted , fantasy We're not here to end the peace So let's go back and let our evil decease Press the button
Touch: and upon touching, let a wanton look dress your skin, pressing its wants- as in a gentle grip- shaping my tongue, to press tales of soft request, and taste the very giving response of that same skin, adorned and to touch its naked candour.
All your promises, Each whispered "I love you", Every smile, every kiss, They've pressed my heart to a page. Your careless words Have lovingly tucked me away Between the pages of your life A mere prologue for you. Once beautiful and alive, Now all that is left of me Is a withered smile, Like an old flower, Pressed to a page.