lick my legs i'm on fire, lick my legs of desire.
as i trace the outline of your guns n' roses tattoo with my finger, i think of how you'll wear cowboy boots to bed and braid my hair like a gypsy girl who sings jeff buckley tunes in her sleep.
we lay flesh to flesh under lush satin sheets and you bury your face into my perfumed hair. feeling lustful and warm by candlelight, i go on to tell you stories about heartbroken seahorses and secret desires and graffiti filled streets and smashed up colors and indians who wear feathered headdresses and dragons blood for lipstick. then i tell you about the time a dj saved my life.
you say you've never heard stories like mine.
we lay flesh to flesh under lush satin sheets and you bury your face into my perfumed hair. feeling lustful and warm by candlelight, i go on to tell you stories about heartbroken seahorses and secret desires and graffiti filled streets and smashed up colors and indians who wear feathered headdresses and dragons blood for lipstick. then i tell you about the time a dj saved my life.
you say you've never heard stories like mine.