The sweet essence
Ignorantly blissful
Feathers being carried on your shoulders
"Does it feel nice?"
"Do you like that?"
"Do you want to know the truth?"
Finger prints all over my body
Indenting my soul with dirty fingers
Pressing hands onto my lap
Promising to never let go
I'm knowing that I want you to.
But you think that I want you too.
The rug burns began to feel like soft, leathery kisses somewhere along the way
"Did you like that?"
"Can I hide the truth?"
"Would you like that?"
"Can I hold the essence of you secret?"
