#pheromone
The vibe of you makes me melt
But not so I can sleep
Puddle of emotions
Cannot be explained
You let me inhale
A trace of that vibe
And it's all I need
Apr 10, 2022
Apr 10, 2022 at 10:57 AM UTC
I remember how you’d say
We should spend time not money
But I spent my money on time
And not even my gold encrusted piece
Could freeze the moment you were mine
I can’t tell the difference,
Is it my watch ticking,
Heart beating or the metronome?
Is it the smoke or the pheromones?
You can’t remember the moans
But you remember how the liquor tricked you,
Made her loose
Made you lick her
And you found the gold mine at the meeting of her thighs,
It wasn’t only on her wrist and in her eyes
I’m not one to pray
But my knees got ******
From worshiping a Sunday kind of love
In the name of father time,
You - the sun
And my holy spirit
And I guess it’s true what they say
That nothing good happens after 2 AM
Then again, there was you
And then those 2 PM Monday blues
And it’s ironic how time heals all wounds,
but no drug, god or serum can save us from
tempus edax rerum
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 12:11 PM UTC