Front Porch Step // Private Fears In Public Places
Let me look into your eyes like I am searching for your soul.
Wrap my arms around your waist like it is dying from the cold.
Run my fingers through your hair like they are water from the drain.
Press my lips against your back like they could take away its pain.
To give you everything, there is nothing I won’t do.
Dump my heart into a blender just to pour it out to you.
And I know you’re feeling tired. Just let me hold you for a bit.
Dive my face between your thighs until I cannot feel my lips.
Current mood: Front Porch Step
Front Porch Step-Private Fears In Public Places
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