Arian Disease
I sat in his arms with the base from "I'm Ready" pulsating through our veins
It was our convent under diamonds window shield sparkled rain
and each time he kissed me, the base rolled deeper
he stared at my soul but in minutes, I couldn't keep up
His Arian passion lit fire under my feet
Hit butterscotch lips melted the milky way between my knees
Our fingers interlaced in a much deeper place...
I studied the shawdows from the rain beautifully stained on his face
His intensity matched my complexity with an incredible momentous tune
his whispers tickeld my collarbone like the summer winds of June
And his fingers traced every story and every path never taken
but it was his eyes that let me completely penetrate him
I lay in silence reminisce on his stained shadowed face from when we sat in the rain
105.1 going through my speakers
My seat back I re framed from every single fantasy
he injected in me, his love
this Arian disease is nothing to get rid of
so I embrace every moment of every story of every path never taken
I hope a prisoner of this dream I'm never awaken.
Your chest is like a canvas made from the finest fibers and my face
makes a stain over your heart in its place
It seems like we couldn't be miles away
even when we're closest
Cuz when we're closest, you'll be miles away
and in the mean time I paint...
Lullabies of candy sips and lemon drops rain
Snicker doodles, butterfly whispers in sugar cane
Flavored blow pops and jolly rancher kisses
If I'm indecisive
Reluctant to embrace this,
I pray that I can hold on to my canvased memory.
Rotations and pulls and hots and colds
Defining Over thinking the meaning behind each hold
I couldn't be more receptible of something so edible
Yet you don't feed me those pipe dreams off a plastic spoon
instead you show me love
and what your capable to do
you took away my paint brush, killed all hopes and fantasies
so instead I'll paint...
Lullabies of candy sips and lemon drops rain
Snicker doodles, butterfly whispers in sugar cane
Flavored blow pops and jolly rancher kisses
If I'm indecisive
Reluctant to embrace this,
I pray that I can hold on to my canvased memory.
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