The kiss of the blades in place of your lips.
2AM in the morning, you are mine.
Caress me down, inside me you slip.
The day light hits, we're still in love at nine.
Dear lover if you like your coffee hot.
Then allow me to be your coffee pot.
Slowly run your fingers threw my hair knots.
I love that we had rough sex when we fought.
In a room full of art, i'd still stare at you.
Your face is like a mold of perfection.
In love with even the bad things you do.
For you my heart is filled with affection.
So come over anytime of the day.
And together in grey sheets we shall lay.
- Authors: ~ Xxx(like a porno) (Pseudonym)
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: July 28th, 2016 21:00
- Limit: 6 stanzas
- Invited: Friends (users on his/her list of friends can participate)
- Category: Sad
- Views: 59
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