She's the constant in my sleep I only see. One touch and she belongs with me. This fever getting hotter. Red ruby lipstick bite marks cuz she was never the preachers daughter. Heaven's gone when she leaves. And I just ache slow sweetly. Everybody's got issues. Pitch forks and fire cuz my affections for her always bleed. Words are just a antidote when she crying. A pause means she would never deny me. Obsolete is non-existent. When she always comes to my dreams. nightmare or if it's sweet? She that vanilla mocha my fingertips die for. Sugar made sensuality that leaves my emotions to bleed. She's a river yet tsunami without my hands. Her whispers trembling weak yet she only see me as a bittersweet necessity. Just secrets and truths that seep through closed doors but known to sheets for I see her as gravity. Knowing breath to me just The unraveling of my lungs yet I know nothing else sweeter it seems. Nights are never foreign to me. This touch of vulnerability. That makes me only adore the in-between. She's only the constant my closed eyes ever sees just to be hers even when I'm away but entirely. This ache bittersweet to the taste. Sweet of sugar every time I see you. I know I'm a addict. The way you got me feeling. Things that make me challenge the prospects of dreams. Sweet lipstick smears. Red fever. As my tongue spell love. Like a tattoo. In dreams I tuck heartstrings. I snatch her soul. I pull out the queen. Bonnie Harper vibe but she's really Teri McGregor. Degrassi crushing all day. 24/7 isn't long enough to dream. Sunrise. And I just want midnight heat with a late night call. I love falling asleep on your whisper. Thickness just to be my home. Pretty and cute. My crooked Halo angel but I'm not religious. Naughty by nature. Love.