waiting for you to light your beacon.
waiting.
waiting.
waiting.
i've got places to go.
i can't wait here forever.
my wings still need to be constructed and idle hands have never been my style.
(but my hands on your body are.)
i crave you like cold cheesecake when the house is quiet and that electric box is buzzing, lighting my eyes with artificial love and technicolor.
but that doesn't mean i'll get it.
(i haven't had cheesecake in years.)
do you like it with cherries or chocolate?
-i can tie cherry stems
with my tongue.
