come midnight

and he crawled, crawled hot and hard, she rocked her hips and showed the whites of her eyes, he crawled right up under her skin and his stare grabbed her by the throat and broke her breath down into sighs 

stop shaking, he promised, I will wind wildflowers into your hair and the gold spun valley will be our wedding bed.

 

your eyes could tear open a summer sky, the heavens would come falling into your arms.

you are my narcotic, i fell to my knees at the sound of your voice. we were never meant to find each other, but if you leave now, i will wander lost forever.