strip me naked caress this skin with the same finesse you use to carve lies with your mauve lips babe my body can't contain this anymore my arms are weak and you're making yourself a stupid flowe- not wait it's a wreath according to you let's take a dip in the pond behind your house and take photos by the gutter there will be so much resemblance your gaze scorches my bosom go home go away break my heart goddamit am i high and oh you are beautiful
i could've been high earlier but now that i'm not i want to ask you this:
1) how do words roll off so effortlessly off your tongue? as if friction doesn't exist for those lies.
2) why don't you write poetry about my hair and thighs? with metaphors too big for your mouth so that it burns your tongue.
3) do you undo yourself for me? oh so lightly, overflowing with grace.
4) do you illuminate at my sight? must be hard since love for you is so fucking evanescent. one, two, three poof !
(you should try harder and tell me that you love me) (if you do)
