Juliet died for her mans, and I’d probably do the same for you. Alpha double plus when your fingers find my hair and move brutally through. Mama said give it time, I did, and right she was proved. India holds the oldest stories, but in our union, time feels a concept that’s brand new. Echo of pasts, but the ghosts of my broken heart, have been removed.
Tango with me in the moonlight, the sunshine, the in between. Hotel or caravan or family home, all can hold the rock of our serene and our obscene. Oscar give me the biggest hit, but that trip was nothing like your beam. Mama is so happy the others fell through the cracks now that you’re with me. Alpha turns beta turns strong to weak and my straights now all lean. Sierra jags, peaks and lags, but I love the fresh, rough edge of my mountain peaks.
Mama cries when I tell her what you do for me, what you say, what you take and what you give. Uniform in some aspects, but made for me when that convention slips. India told me of my own glory, but yours transcends even prophets. Romeo died for his and all, but I love most when together we live, and I’ve never felt so alive as this.
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 