So, my lips feel so distant, I keep drinking, but they are kept dry,
Lust, amorous screams in these silent words, my eyes have been tattooed,
These spheres of sight have been stained with your beauty, and the rest of me,
I can beg you, stain my hands, and my breath, my whispered words,
Time is not as simple as yesterday and tomorrow, I can not let it be yesterday,
Waiting for tomorrow, I forget where tomorrow is so I must imagine that smile,
With every today that is graced upon my sides, from my ribs to my jaw,
Tears while you smile, and I love that tasteful flavour, the taste of a smile,
What covers teeth, and sings songs so near to my voice that I can not hear them,
I feel these songs, for these crooked lips I would give, my most important organs,
My life, brain, lungs, heart. Passion, thoughts, this breath of mine,
And a melody of beats, the left side of these ribs long for a landscape.
I sit, and lie down, as a feeling slips through me, an infection slithering as a snake,
My body, and this red, scarlet, pulsating thought felt mind longs for a portrait,
Curves in infinite angles, my blessed glances pray you are all they would see,
Lips to lips, collarbone to tail bone, let pleasure tend my kisses,
I'd give a lot to travel, the curves of home, and fall asleep to a breath,
A breath, a heartbeat, and a voice I will do to, as time ticks, be nearer.

Smile wont you please,
I'll beg on my knees,
You wont see me here on the grass or on the street,
Alone sittin on  my knees,
But you got a promise,
And a trust you'd only get from me,
And I know they just sound like words,
Letters, symbols, not that much,
But these words are thoughts,
And thoughts can tell so much,
A picture, movie, even life,
So let these thoughts be true and those muscles twitch,
So I can give meaning to this life.

Clueless looks,
Of smiles long gone,
Away from me and away from you,
You've got me lost,
Looking for somewhere I need to be,
Someone I need to see,
I've thought of stories,
Places we could be,
From sun set sundays,
Cloudy mondays,
Memories you might want to remember,
And I've looked, past the cloudy skies,
Into your wonderful eyes,
Danced with you in mind,
Moving my feet to the drum,
And your hair, jumping like the fish,
In our lovely lake,
Crystal waterfalls, and sand,
As soft as your skin,
And I just want to,
See you.

Winter sleeps in hearts,
As sighing souls slander through,
Waiting for the sun.

It's something called writer's block,
Something I find so hard to stop,
That thing that makes glorious ideas drop,
And I look and look for that one thought,
The pick of the crop,
I hate that ****!
Writers block.

If your eyes are the windows,
To your soul, let your lips,
Be the door to your heart,
So let me walk in,
Live in your home,
Let me see through your windows,
Let me use your doors,
Let me be in your mind,
Sleep in your room,
I'll make the down payment,
You'll seal the pact, say yes,
We may some day,
Buy a cottage or two,
A bit of me, a bit of you,
Our house might fall down,
But our windows will stay intact,
Worth everything, so much,
Yet priceless.