you must look extraordinarily sexy if you were wet all over and your hair was plastered to the side of your face
you must look exceptionally beautiful when your watery eyes reflect the streetlights in the darkest of nights, when the streetlamps in your eyes are like nothing but the moon in the water
you must put aphrodite to shame, when you throw a small tantrum, strut away and pout just like a small child
you must be the embodiment of all things pretty, when you giggle upon my out-of-tune singing
you must be able to put the savage beast in anyone to calm, tranqulize and nullify the most seething of all wraths, all by sleeping your silent slumber, coiled up on the bed with hair falling over your quiet face
you must surely deserve to be kissed on the lips, softly and gently, when you fuss about me when i dribble sauce over my mouth and splatter gravy over my shirt
you must definitely make any heart ache and gently moan with your last backward glance at me when we part
you must all be naught but a illusion, for you are not mine
| Thoughts Became Words At 9:16 PM |
