Cranberry lips leave a thin line around the rim
He doesn’t remove it- thinks it’s hot and I’m fine
Wet lips explore his mouth and he tastes me like sweet candy
Relishing the intimate moments we’re daring to share
In the quiet of the moonlight we take our time to touch
To feel his large hands cupping me it’s almost. too. much.
Love or lust? Does it matter? Do I care?
His dark eyes and warm tan body makes me want to sin
Suddenly we are skin to skin and my hand rubs up and down him.
I am somewhere else not where I am lost in this daisy atmosphere going up, up, up
I was in a good place the other day but now I’m drifting away- too far, too much
As if there were no gravity to hold my soul in place and it hurts as it’s being torn out
The bpd is getting the best of me driving people I love away- even after he took me back
What kind of a fool am I that my mind torments me so as indelicacy grips my ribs and won’t let go
Will I survive another day to endure more of myself or at least what is left of this mad hat sanity
I am somewhere else not where I am and lost in this daisy atmosphere.
Trying to unravel these ravings that ravish my mind tied up as they are in time
The dirtiness abounds the cravings become and I try to behave like a normal being
Mortal wounds flare up as I fondle the suppleness of her breasts in my soft hands
Unraveling these feelings until raving and partying ravishes my mind warped in time.
You will fall hard for me this night because a girl like me is impossible to find. Oh my, how you will get addicted to me-but I can hardly blame you. I’m a drug, a hallucinogen, a horrid habit you are hungry to have as your hands explore the soft curvature of my hips. Go ahead nurture your power to knead my nipples and breathe on them with fanciful whispers of hate and heated passion. Lash out at me with deep seeded need from your depths and masquerading as a man filled with fire. Like the frenzied feeding of starving piranha you will seek me and devour me with deadly messy speed. Push me, pull me, give me more. Fall hard for me this night and then you’ll experience my primitive desire to score…