Come close, so close that I
can breathe you breath
Your skin, like milk, like silk
Come ease your head
I watch each movement of
your mouth, I'm tense
Mesmerised by your hands
Hold, touch, kiss, lick
I want to roam the kingdom that is your body
Explore, adore
Your kisses like hammers that bruise my soul
I'm weak for you
So weak for you
I float above the kingdom
Your fingers pull me back to
you.
Every second that you blink
I miss the flicker of your eye
Every cell of you is music
And I will learn to play
I think I could play your muscles
Your nerves could be my strings
And when I learn to play you well
In glorious melody I'll dwell
About Me
- Leonie47
- I am not a pretty girl, that is not what i do. I ain't no damsel in distress, and i don't need to be rescued. So put me down punk, maybe you'd prefer a maiden fair. Isn't there a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere? I am not an angry girl, but it seems like i've got everyone fooled. Every time i say something they find hard to hear, they chalk it up to my anger and never to their own fear. And imagine you're a girl, just trying to finally come clean, knowing full well they'd prefer you were dirty and smiling. Don't you think every kitten figures out how to get down, whether or not you ever show up?
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