Releasing the Stars into the Galaxy

I wanted to make love in the backseat of your car while it rained before the dawn broke our backs origimi, speaking in tongues wiping the black from the grey expanding our minds with our legs joined in a devilish Knott begging to be the bad/good in each of us knowing the other will pick up the fold that is time wasted perfectly upon your mouth during a cry out for more of my pleasure.

There is a distinct battle between our hearts of who gets to ruin repair the flight fought and sold to it's rightful betrayer stabbed properly with cupid's arrow blissfully bound to the dark delights of pleasure and pain. You gave me your word and I returned it with its own lightsaber, gold. From here on end we can begin thrusting our will into the night like so much adolescence unfolding into another whirlwind of confused direction above mini orgasms unrealized, I prefer gin.

May our lies lay gentle upon our lips when the crescendo reaches its peak lavishly cooling and heating the hairs stuck to cheeks searching for the how's instead of the why's in the windows of tomorrow falling with ease as if it were born out of sheer knowing, "You Send Me", and over the moon we shot after the curve bending away from what society suspends "as it should be" for a more updated precise language opposition " I have been waiting for your energy to find my own and this moment will never leave my sight as long as breathe draw to my lungs . . .whiskey.