Untitled Midnight Ramblings - June 1, 2015

Your scent coats my clothes

Like a slippery water based paint

Striking and sticking like gorilla glue

Gaining a high off the succulent fumes

Let me overdose, I'm not scared

Lead me in to a lustful coma

Cut the umbilical cord that ties soul and body

And allow me to coast

Above and below, away from this tortured world

A warm blanket in the dead of winter

Your scent coddles me like a newborn child

Letting me sigh an air of contempt

I don't want to leave this soft mattress we lie

Let me stare into your cerulean eyes just a while longer

Turn that hourglass over,

And let Father Time slowly count the grains of sand that pass by

They say time flies when you're having fun

But I'm not having fun, I'm just living in bliss

So let's just coast along in these azure skies

We have nowhere we need to be right away.

And we can afford to be a little late, anyway.

As your eyes stare at me, with an ever so slight smile

I can't pull away from your beautifully architectured face

Let me uncover all the hidden meanings in your pale skin

And allows my eyes to feast on you, a gorgeous meal

Of lovely curves and luscious lips

But Father ticks his tounge as he counts the final grains

Pulling me away by the red thread of cruel fate

My body resists, and now I lay

On the dirtied floor, as you get farther and farther away.

Please don't let him make me take my leave.