Before my soul had reach maturity I was told to never give a lover my heart Thus I never did, Instead I gave them my heart, my soul, and every fibre of my being For the one whom I fell in love with was no lover, but a soul a divine When they wanted the world I gave them the universe itself I do not regret my decision I have no remorse For their love and loyalty made it as easy as drawing breathe Like royalty they received without question For they have evolved beyond the definition of lover They are Nirvana
She’s wrapped up in white sheets and peaceful dreams. She gets head on most mornings before she gets out of bed. There’s love in her heart, milk in her cereal and honey in her tea. I want to hold her in my arms until she forgets what pain feels like. I want to be in her heart, on her mind, body and on her brown skin. Thick thighs, beautiful smile and brown eyes – she is my favourite sin. A wise lady once told me that heaven is found between a woman’s thighs. I want to hold her in my arms until she remembers what happiness feels like. Love may slip from her lips and drip down her chin but I never want our beautiful melody to become staccato. She has made me question if all the women I have been with before were worthy of my love, time and effort. She’s a representation of all the beautiful music Sade has created and she’s more than the sweetest taboo to me. On most days she makes me forget about being the king of sorrow when I eventually stop crying everyone’s tears. The traces of her lips on my skin reach deep inside my soul and transform an abandoned house into a loving home.
You only seem to love me when im empty There must be something in that that makes you happy And ill never understand it. The first time I heard the king of sorrow by sade I felt like I had told her how I felt, took her hands to my chest and let her dig deep. And she wrote about me. There's a difference between writing for someone and about someone There are no trinkets, no hidden words. It's all bare. Like when you're making love to someone even though they're just trying to **** and you bare it all. Ive been meaning to write about you. Not for you. But ive placed you on a pedestal that wont allow me to.
The likes of you I can't describe, Yet I love to eat between your thighs. The melody you spake to me Unfolds my greatest sovereignty. I crave to quaff all of your spit, And swallow every drop of it. Don't cheat me of your tasty flesh, Those bare and supple ****** *******, Your eyes that follow my firm gaze, While we kiss and lick and misbehave. I need to feel each piece of skin, Smashing girl and boy parts over and over again. It's such a treat to eat you whole; I'm obsessed with eating 19-year-olds.