Hold me tight like you're trying to keep the bread fresh
Grab my breast from the back with your cold hands, welding my body
Your bare nipples perched on my cloth less back driving trust into my spine
Warm onion breath wheezing past my neck to my nostrils
Hair draping down in my eyes distorting my vision while I look into the window across the bed
The reflection stares back at me almost in a jealous tone that it wishes it was me and I was the one in pane
For I am the one in luxury with the strawberry bubble bath scent filling the bedroom
Sheets the feeling of clouds with a women's lips the pH balance of cotton candy
She sings melodies in my eardrums as sweet as plums but with the weight of a watermelon
Her songs the theme of the sirens
The number is euphorically fusing with my spirit
Dying it deep space purple and filling my heart with ocean water
Every second spraying my physical with drops of love while drowning my mental in her fertility
The time rolls form 8 pm to midnight
Another Friday night spent in care
She dozes off on top
I soon yawn as she's singing to me in sleep
I can't help but wonder, what a wonderful moment in time
Written by Garser Dismuke
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Follow @GarserTheClownGrab my breast from the back with your cold hands, welding my body
Your bare nipples perched on my cloth less back driving trust into my spine
Warm onion breath wheezing past my neck to my nostrils
Hair draping down in my eyes distorting my vision while I look into the window across the bed
The reflection stares back at me almost in a jealous tone that it wishes it was me and I was the one in pane
For I am the one in luxury with the strawberry bubble bath scent filling the bedroom
Sheets the feeling of clouds with a women's lips the pH balance of cotton candy
She sings melodies in my eardrums as sweet as plums but with the weight of a watermelon
Her songs the theme of the sirens
The number is euphorically fusing with my spirit
Dying it deep space purple and filling my heart with ocean water
Every second spraying my physical with drops of love while drowning my mental in her fertility
The time rolls form 8 pm to midnight
Another Friday night spent in care
She dozes off on top
I soon yawn as she's singing to me in sleep
I can't help but wonder, what a wonderful moment in time
Written by Garser Dismuke
Buy Love Confessions on Amazon
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