show me where your mouth goes
i'll make you feel the fever
show me what nobody knows
and i'll promise you i'm a believer
wouldn't it be nice if we made love like crazy?
if we felt everything so insanely?
there's never a better time to begin
because you can hear the beating of my heart
and i can feel the goosebumps on your skin
just remind yourself 'til death do us part
YOU ARE READING
the inevitability of wrinkled bedsheets
Poetrythe life of two, shown in one ~a bunch of sappy lovey-dovey stuff that will probably make you vomit blood~
