So at some point last night in between joints and tequila shots, and before passing out on my friend's couch, I wrote this on my phone notes, and when I read it sober today, I really liked it, so I thought I'd share it with you sistrens

it's no a song, but I really liked it, and I must have been thinking of a very special boy
"If I'm crazy about you I won't keep these love words to myself. Your chest and your lap are my favorite pillows,your heartbeat is my favorite waltz, and your heart is the only piece of the universe that truly feels like home to. Here I am, in your gravity. Naked to my feelings. Ready for the collision of our bodies. And this right here, this electricity dancing at our fingertips, this blue fire blazing kiss after kiss, these waterfalls between our hips, this too, is religion. An attraction that goes against all laws of sense. This is the kind of desire that sprouts into love despite the coldest resistance. Whenever we touch, I feel like you are a golden spring waking up all the rosebuds in my heart and and in my bones. Please, bite my lip, and I will wrap my arms around you like you're the last breath I'm not ready to give up. There will be an end, and you and I will be ghosts, and the rain will make some other lovers fall in love in a different bed. But, please, I beg you, love me. Love me despite the hurt. No. Love me because of the hurt. Love me for the hurt. Love me through the hurt."