your lips are my therapy
your hips are perscription knock out
second hand smoke and mirrors
feels like we've been here for years
runaways from sheets and into beds
ive been around the world and back
always getting lost in the black of my eyes
maps got me lost
the compass in my chest has me found
lets set sail for morning
once my eyes flutter close.
it's more about the love than the lust
it's more about the why then the how
xo
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