boy ull be the death of me
ure my james dean
u make me feel like im 17
u drive 2 fast, u smoke 2 much
but that dont mean a thing
cuz im addicted to the rush
Here's an unfinished piece about a time when this guy mentioned my lips were rough as we kissed. Bitch, it was February and it was cold. Well, here it is:
Quote:
Rough Lips
My rough lips slide across yours
Your tongue flicks and it lures
Me in more and more
Blushing when you mentioned it
The rough skin on my lips
Pulse speeds, my breath dips
Rushing, you closed in for another kiss
Rough lips, winter kissed
Tongue wisps, splintered hiss
Snow foxes on the white death
But you make the snow meth
I'm high, that's all I said
Ice fields surround our union
Where our tundra hearts grew in
The snow deserts clue you in
My being's been frosted
The beat of your heart, dulcet
Thawing me out, the rawest
Then your lips create August