RareForm
Bluelight Crew
There is no definition
for love,
no reason or rhyme
for why time
stands so still
in its presence
and I cannot pretend
to understand
how it begins or why it ends
but when I think of you
I have a clue
that love was never meant
to be picked apart
it is simply a key
to the core
of our hearts...
Secret languages
are spoken
between your thighs
and the sighs
you release
feel like ancient winds
against my skin
when we begin to unravel
the magnificent
mysteries
of body and soul...
Our sky is wrapped
in the gray softness
of cashmere
you are here always
asleep in the shadows
of a morning rain,
and I have no plans today
except to stay
within reach
of your dreams...
for love,
no reason or rhyme
for why time
stands so still
in its presence
and I cannot pretend
to understand
how it begins or why it ends
but when I think of you
I have a clue
that love was never meant
to be picked apart
it is simply a key
to the core
of our hearts...
Secret languages
are spoken
between your thighs
and the sighs
you release
feel like ancient winds
against my skin
when we begin to unravel
the magnificent
mysteries
of body and soul...
Our sky is wrapped
in the gray softness
of cashmere
you are here always
asleep in the shadows
of a morning rain,
and I have no plans today
except to stay
within reach
of your dreams...
