Just like perfect strangers
Caught in each others stare...
Listen to the way my palm whispers into your
cheekbones and when it tells the story...
You blast your jets in different sets
releasing stress with excess sex...
With each kiss
Gentle as his hands' work...
You take the curves slowly.
Gentle green eyes glowing...
Your lips
pressed softly...
Oh when entangled in a web of passions
Breathless and without caution...
,
long sanded arms ignited by pale light...
I dream of someone
He will be good to me...
On the edge of a flame she dangles at will
Her ashen throne now empty and still...
*Trying to write a rock song
Verse 1: I did it again...
“When I asked the cliché “What are we?” I...