The most beautiful whim by any man’s living standard
And I know that you planned all of it…
Every last striking bit
Our wits are treating us to the ultimate after-show
Cloaks and strawberry-blonde daggers at dawn ’til all of the pretty little ladies with cigarettes splayed evenly in their hair get to yawning
I don’t suppose we ever get to replicate this fate forever
I do know that your smile makes me try that little bit harder
Please pardon the over-bearing nature of my silken scripture
– what needs to turn out to be all kinds of bewitching
I’m here when I wanna be there, crying out for what’s entirely sensational
You’re a monstrosity in its own right – plying me with all of these fixtures which set my drug-addled mind alight
Up all night when I wanna be there, I’ll stitch daisies to my hair, fall to my knees and please you
Prepare yourself to fall right inside of my homegrown everything, permission granting
Just. Fucking. Glow.

Share and Enjoy !

0Shares
0 0