Leaving lather on the floor, is the best way to leave the shower open tonight. Water beads down the drain, but her hands glide. She speaks few words and quivers her lip, so heavily in this night. I love your skin, you simple fool. You're my desolate age crafted from skies. You're my life that's found beyond a flame that I wish could die. The room it melts, consuming water as it erupts all night.
Oh, a whimper, a simple sound for nothing echoes from these lungs. A tender heart screaming, blushing and rushing its adrenaline forever now. Her aura pulsating, keeping me in tact on wishful plight. That flipping tables will help me escape forever on this righteous night. But allure! So tempting she screams a delicate plight. A life worth living a life simply seen right before my eyes. Scarlet ideas trump deep blue secrets any day any night. Put out your flames right after and brush the ash just right, just right.
Draining her hands right before the deed, she finds her might. Fingertips like silk, her hands gently glide among this dying night. They soar like a dove flying high above eclipsed by a morning sun, causing life to flash before my eyes and her lips they clash like a night drenched in rum. Water falls forevermore at times I could run. There was no grasping the cold so the heat kept flowing forever burning this loaded gun. Fumbling now, my feet growing weary, ever slightly hanging on the edge. My mind gluing my eyes pursuing this damsel I do pledge. Ever do we join these hands among we hold and ever entwine. For this bond this delicate truce might just stand the test of time. The desecration oh the thought of my holy sanctioned home, no longer virginal oh now typical this trial we do roam. Eyes piercing hollow words were my old silhouttes stay, room screams murder leaving everything else at bay. Then it melts oh how it melts together as it fuses into slush. Its not long till I breathe life but for now my heart bleeds its rush.
My princess, oh my princess, oh how I do say. My arms, they no longer weary nor are you dreary but come to me this fine day. Why must we pass oh how we pass a day like this so bliss, so why don't we head to the bed, a place we cannot miss. The hour strikes, it simply strikes, a time that is quite noon. Alarms are shrieking forever peeking the hallways and run towards the rooms. It doesn't matter for its the latter the time I had consumed. For its this hour this delicate hour that my life is consumed.
Silhouettes come once in a while so why don't you just forget the past. If you want your lust to fill your veins just let the anxiety pass. I know its hard for you at times because rape is on your mind, but let these halls these naked halls and roughed up doors open slightly tonight. A time like this is fiery red so keep your hands in clamps. Don't let your vicious past stop you from someone who loves you best.
