There is this fear that no one ever means a filthy sound that crawls from their mouth.
I hold so much depth in words, and this world rips that away from me.
Cleaning it's extra teeth with proper nouns and adjectives.
crunch crunch crunch
There is a god to be found in the power of words.
To pound on strings in your heart.
Forming sounds that move a man to tears.
That leave a pain to inspire end, never, or tomorrow.
I want you to move me.
I want to be moved by your fucking mouth.
Not just in the bed, or on my skin.
No.
I long for your lips and mind and will to forge a sentence.
One to penetrate my every being.
I want a tropical storm of overwhelming emotion to invade me.
I want to be left speechless.
I hold so much depth in words, and this world rips that away from me.
Cleaning it's extra teeth with proper nouns and adjectives.
crunch crunch crunch
There is a god to be found in the power of words.
To pound on strings in your heart.
Forming sounds that move a man to tears.
That leave a pain to inspire end, never, or tomorrow.
I want you to move me.
I want to be moved by your fucking mouth.
Not just in the bed, or on my skin.
No.
I long for your lips and mind and will to forge a sentence.
One to penetrate my every being.
I want a tropical storm of overwhelming emotion to invade me.
I want to be left speechless.