Mascara Mouth

I
want our souls to dance,
to intertwine,
I want you to taste my
soul

as
I engulf the sweet thoughts

that
are hidden in your soul,

feeding
on the idea of love

and
your lips I fall deeper

into
the biggest trip I could ever

imagine,

as
you are my kind of drug,

the
kind that makes me have

a
million butterflies

a
dizzy off feeling and a blast

inside
my brain,

getting
high off of the attention you

give
me I crash after you take away

my
audience,

my
rush,

shaking
in the corner I need your attention,

your
touch,

the
touch that can calm the worst demons

in
my mind,

swimming
and stabbing inside me

you
hush them,

lullying
me to sleep with the taste of your lips,

the
feel of your hands,

and
the sweet sound of your voice