The tumid lips of revealing lies always speak just a moment too soon.
instead of pseudo sexy airbrushed naked chicks with huge tits we can now rather have slightly gross, yet erotic naked guys with some kind of aesthetic paired with their fuck off hot intellect…
Contextually the vibrations of this concept can toy and fuck with the honor you hold so dear. Precious he says. Pathetic she spits.
To find the love, to find the devotion. It has to rise and grow, meander and steal from the self, the I.
Reckless dazzled flirting. The fragrant hotel rooms in your mind are expansive with linen from unexplored countries , more glamorous and sophisticated…of course. It makes for arrant discernment. The flesh feels better in your fantasy. The lips taste less cruel, less contrived. When you jump on the bed living your legs as high as they can go you appear sexier and more in control this way. The fantasy, the fuck me fantasy.
Well I guess it would be nice
If I could touch your body
I know not everybody
Has got a body like you
But I’ve got to think twice
Before I give my heart away
And I know all the games you play
Because I play them too
Oh but I
Need some time off from that emotion
Time to pick my heart up off the floor
And when that love comes down
Well it takes a strong man baby
But I’m showing you the door
‘Cause I gotta have faith…
I know you’re asking me to stay
Say please, please, please, don’t go away
You say I’m giving you the blues
You mean every word you say
Can’t help but think of yesterday
And another who tied me down to loverboy rules
Before this river
Becomes an ocean
Before you throw my heart back on the floor
Oh baby I reconsider
My foolish notion
Well I need someone to hold me
But I’ll wait for something more