these are untitled, just some thoughts on him
he has sex in his hands
he holds my stare like nothing
there's guitar rock in his voice
and his hand in mine is the drug I need.
close my eyes he's there
softly runs through me
he's pushing me inside
each beat i can feel him
he's in front of me again
asleep where i left him
a soft kiss and gone
through the dark morning
and the road beneath me
and his warmth still with me
and the day rising on me
distracted.
he was my first and he broke up with me on Valentine's day.
