delicious

damn. never written this much about stuff.

they ask me have i been smoking am i drunk? and the truth is, im high off of your words and all that lies between them.
the black the white and the colors in between .
my heart, it hurts, but in that pain is love kinda way… and im not being kinky.. but i kinda don't want this pain to ever go away..
because the pain that is my heart, has hurt ever since the beating chose to start.. and for once in my life theres more in my heart than just art,
i didn't want to be that googly-eyed girl who fell for the sweet things, and worked hard to be your sweet thang, and modeled the epitome of infatuation, yet it seems when you gave me this confirmation, that you are content with my content, im content,
with your compliments, and sweet somethings, and days laying in bed doing nothing, next to me.
for you are the only instance of locked up id ever be, and the only jail, that would allow me to feel free,
freely happy, in strong like,
could it be, that the unbreakable, is ready to surrender, to what i once thought impossible,
and what is possible,
is that a girl like me with such big dreams, could be swallowed up by the stanzas of a man, who claims to have no plan, but simply goes with the flow, of his words,
that weave blankets of silk that fit only my curves perfectly, those curves that at first you caressed so nervously,
solidity is what you yearn for,
and these words make me want more of you.
more of the smiles, and stares that are ambitious,
more of the touches and kisses
you are delicious
 in every way