I am.
A moth, to the, flame that you hold.
Take me, to the depths,
of the coldest unknown.
One time.
Or two.
I still long to be with you.
I am.
A man.
At twenty six.
But I am not really sure,
I think you know.
I’m sure I lied,
is that okay?
I got to be honest,
I know.
The words you say,
are sometimes,
not the truth.
This will never end.
No.
Lets do it again.
I never get sick of sleeping in with you.
I can never get enough kisses from you.
Lets do it again.
Lets do it again.
Lets do it again.
