i sit there denying the truth of the matter, but he's getting in my head like sweet murmurations in my ear. i try to swat it away like an annoying little fly like ,"shoo fly don't bother me," but attraction comes frequent. because im as sweet as it gets. and that sweet tooth of his is aching. though the bitter taste runs smooth in my blood i fall under, bound to the deep locker at the bottom of davy jones.
spell bound, he caught me in a trance only to be broken by the little angel on my shoulder. the devil got the best of me and the heat that burned me once only warmed me on the surface this time. my conscience saved my life.
2 wrongs don't make a right. nor does a third, or a fourth or a fifth. reacurring abnormalities of relationships never did sail smooth, but the steadyness of two heartbeats proves the weak wrong.
i lay my hand to his chest, and it beats faster...pumped with the mechanic of unexperienced hands...
i lay my head placid to your chest, and it coincides with mine. i feel your old soul, i feel your heart aches...it's pefection at its finest. i rise with your every breath, and i fall to your every exhale. i can't think of another, other than what's laying under my nose. all this time, contentment was lacking, but to please is not a virtue that falls on your hands. ill get my hands dirty with my inner devils, becasue a girl can fight. i'll fight for this. and ill come out victorious.
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