soul seeps secrets in upward motions to my heart’s mind so i figure it’ll be okay to undo daydreams about you unintentionally we cris cross our patterns till we’re intertwined again so our limbs can lock in involuntary ways again and since you won’t help it i don’t try
one of our many songs is playing our background but your mouth is moving saying something pretty that just i don’t need to hear so i look on as your lips dance remorseless for my objectifying you cause you do the same to my lips ...my eyes ...my thighs
daydreams last longer than reality so i work up honest nostalgia ridden smiles as i wrap my arms around images of a deep brown you chest exposed pearl colored cotton sheets wrapped at your waist with your lying beside me facing my back as i pretend to sleep you trace the sidelines the valleys from my neck to my waist and top it off with your trademark kiss on my shoulder blade
alarms buzz silent i like yous attempting wake ups but instead we get up to homemade melodies for brunch and mimosas mixed with my moving for early treats you can’t help it so you ask if i’ll always dance for you but after one too many sways i fall lazy and you follow back into disheveled sheets cause a hoofer and a dancer equate our trouble
double rhythm tip taps and turns and our performances never cease to amaze cause we look good together and from afar love isn’t physical but our physical is easy and pretty
thank you... i kinda updated that part. do you think it loses its quality with my changing it to...
UPDATE: one of our many songs is playing our background you say to listen so i can hear how it reminds you of me your mouth keeps moving singing something pretty that just i don’t need to hear so i look on as your lips dance
>but your mouth is moving >saying something pretty that just i don’t need to hear >so i look on as your lips dance > >Liked that part, overall the imagery in this piece real nice, >made you really feel the thoughts.
"keep pennin till the earth birth's your rightful seed then nurture it wit more ink..." ASIEM "Kuun fiyah Kuun" Quran (Be and it is) " A writer takes his pen to write the words again that all in love is fair" Stevie Wonder
>alarms buzz silent i like yous >attempting wake ups >but instead we get up to homemade melodies for brunch >and mimosas mixed with my moving for early treats >you can’t help it so you ask if i’ll always dance for you >but after one too many sways i fall lazy >and you follow >back into disheveled sheets >cause a hoofer and a dancer equate our trouble
^These^ words -- (((SPARKLE))) -- ~Floating~
*Nice Reminiscing*
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥
moving on after this. but here's where i went with this
…reminisce over you
soul seeps secrets in upward motions to my heart’s mind so i figure it’ll be okay to undo daydreams about you unintentionally we cris cross our patterns till we’re intertwined again so our limbs can lock in involuntary ways again and since you won’t help it i don’t try
one of our many songs is playing our background you say to listen so i can hear how it reminds you of me your mouth keeps moving singing something pretty that just i don’t need to hear so i look on as your lips dance remorseless for my objectifying you cause you do the same to my lips ...my eyes ...my thighs
daydreams last longer than reality so i work up honest nostalgia ridden smiles as i wrap my arms around images of a deep brown you chest exposed pearl colored cotton sheets wrapped at your waist with your lying beside me facing my back as i pretend to sleep you trace the sidelines the valleys from my neck to my waist and top it off with your trademark kiss on my shoulder blade
alarms buzz silent i like yous attempting wake ups but instead we get up to homemade melodies for brunch and mimosas mixed with my moving for early treats you can’t help it so you ask if i’ll always dance for you but after one too many sways i fall lazy and you follow back into disheveled sheets cause a hoofer and a dancer equate our trouble
double rhythm tip taps and turns and our performances never cease to amaze cause up close and with no retouching we look good together love isn’t physical but our physical is easy and pretty