It was morning when my time set to yours, a little loud but I got the vibe. I remember the party dust when you rushed to go home, did they remind you of seeing me? behind the lights somewhere that night. There's a string that tangles us as their bewildered eyes won't catch us up.
Shut the door behind you Lock it twice just in case Pull out the futon mattress Let your hands find their place Stare at my green passion Slide your hands up my thighs Smile as your mouth finds mine Flick your hair out of your eyes Press your lips against my own Tangle your tongue with my breathe Take your time with me tonight Enjoy it like you invite death
webs were spun in a tangle each spider adding more to the ravel gossamer threads all confused* quite interesting was this muse others were invited into the spinning hub after a time crowding took place which resulted in a fractious stir the once happy web builders couldn't get along their community dissolved on the intertwisting *being over done
She was undeniably warm. The spirit in her is as balmy as summer. A soul brimful of hopes and desires. Until a sudden day came, when everything feels bleak and inexplicable. Fear created a room in her. The tangled mind she has is devouring her spirit and she started losing spark. Things are slowly becoming halfhearted in her eyes; even prayer becomes a tough battle. Her mornings are frigid. Her smile turned into misery. The cold vibe she's facing, made a winter in her heart.