we will be safe here
Something from within my insides,
is finding it hard to stay in.
This illumination starts to peek through my crevices,
every time you run your eager hands against my hungry skin.
Bring me to your essence and lets sew it to my being,
take a trip with me through our souls, lets name all of the new colours that we're seeing.
Dance with me in tangled sheets 'til my hunger starts fleeing.
With your warm body adjacent to mine, your presence is tied to my freeing.
When you lay your eyes upon me my flesh starts to tingle,
and the time goes by so slowly while I'm waiting for our bodies to intermingle.
The butterflies caged inside of my stomach are the strongest signal,
that this beautiful reality is something so very real,
and that the mundane traps of reality become insignificant when there's so much time we have to steal,
in order to get to those layers of you that I'm so eager to peel.
I want a different kind of nakedness that I can touch and feel,
where we can just lie surrounded by the linens in my room,
where we can touch and smell each others skin and get drunk off the fumes.
And I feel that with everyday my beautiful vision of you just blooms,
but is haunted by the presence of responsibility that consistently looms.
But it hardly seems to matter to the parts of me that I let you roam,
the parts of me that I thought didn't matter, that I only appreciated while alone.
Sometimes I feel so unworthy standing in the shadow of your throne,
And I grovel to the heart that you've given to me, even if it's only on loan.
Thank you for all of the light and the beauty you have shown.
All my past perceptions of love you have greatly overthrown.
is finding it hard to stay in.
This illumination starts to peek through my crevices,
every time you run your eager hands against my hungry skin.
Bring me to your essence and lets sew it to my being,
take a trip with me through our souls, lets name all of the new colours that we're seeing.
Dance with me in tangled sheets 'til my hunger starts fleeing.
With your warm body adjacent to mine, your presence is tied to my freeing.
When you lay your eyes upon me my flesh starts to tingle,
and the time goes by so slowly while I'm waiting for our bodies to intermingle.
The butterflies caged inside of my stomach are the strongest signal,
that this beautiful reality is something so very real,
and that the mundane traps of reality become insignificant when there's so much time we have to steal,
in order to get to those layers of you that I'm so eager to peel.
I want a different kind of nakedness that I can touch and feel,
where we can just lie surrounded by the linens in my room,
where we can touch and smell each others skin and get drunk off the fumes.
And I feel that with everyday my beautiful vision of you just blooms,
but is haunted by the presence of responsibility that consistently looms.
But it hardly seems to matter to the parts of me that I let you roam,
the parts of me that I thought didn't matter, that I only appreciated while alone.
Sometimes I feel so unworthy standing in the shadow of your throne,
And I grovel to the heart that you've given to me, even if it's only on loan.
Thank you for all of the light and the beauty you have shown.
All my past perceptions of love you have greatly overthrown.