Mannella
08/14/07, 08:11 PM
It's all in the way the sheets cover my legs
and the way your bright eyes kill the dark.
The blowing air that kills the heat
and the look in your eyes as you take the first kiss.
Breathing into my eyes like gravity was name.
I'll have you know, touch and go is just a game I play.
Spray my neck with smell
and say the words I love to say.
I know what I should be thinking,
but your heart is throbbing under my hand,
and my other hand is clenching yours.
The crime in my eyes never makes it better.
We're breathing heavy, and I can hear the storm.
The sheets surround me, but the rain has never felt wetter.
As usual, if this gets edited at all, you can find it at thebutterflychase.blogspot.com (http://thebutterflychase.blogspot.com)
and the way your bright eyes kill the dark.
The blowing air that kills the heat
and the look in your eyes as you take the first kiss.
Breathing into my eyes like gravity was name.
I'll have you know, touch and go is just a game I play.
Spray my neck with smell
and say the words I love to say.
I know what I should be thinking,
but your heart is throbbing under my hand,
and my other hand is clenching yours.
The crime in my eyes never makes it better.
We're breathing heavy, and I can hear the storm.
The sheets surround me, but the rain has never felt wetter.
As usual, if this gets edited at all, you can find it at thebutterflychase.blogspot.com (http://thebutterflychase.blogspot.com)