Oh S**tA Poem by Rebekah SmithYou make me wanna talk to you. Make me wanna tell you how I feel. You make me wanna tell the truth. Make me wanna touch everything real Like With you, there's no stage No mic Just blue, clean rage No fight As dark fades up From light Sagittarius screams In your eyes. In your eyes I can be her. Bring the sexy out and unleash her With your lips to my ear Breath is thick & clear Three times, you named me Called me your baby, sincere Guess you don't hate what you don't see But your eyes slice To the centre of me You don't just look, You fully see. Don't just breathe You inhale me. I won't lie The power scares me. Ensnared and unprepared for The notion of "we". I'm sipping your potion, it's sweet Familiar rush that I'd like to keep But are you ready? Ready for all of me? Too fast, Too soon. Breathe out and make room for everything. Some bits, only time can bring But when we f**k, the rhythmic swing Feels like where we should be. Your push is weak to me. You're complicated, deep You need to get more sleep. And concentrate on driving straight 'Stead of tryna shepherd sheep. You stimulate, Your soul is great But have a little faith. Walking mystery, with no history You speak with love of eggs and chicory - I want to help you write your story. I'll keep you safe, help smash your worries. Both afraid, we'll both be safe Trust yourself and have some faith Don't judge yourself; your path is great.
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StatsAuthorRebekah SmithBristol, South-West, United KingdomAboutThis is an extrememly hard box to fill, so my idle mind will leave it to your creative one. more..Writing
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