there’s this feeling when you look at me… i think maybe it’s love…

there’s this feeling when you look
at me… i think maybe it’s love… how you
actually give a damn about all the
mess inside my head.

– butterflies rising

a fire in that kiss that always came from your own lips

that kiss…
it’s a bitter taste now.
and god, how it felt like love,
and then it turned into
such. brutal. pain.
but you make sure you
keep loving deep.
and keep your heart wilder than wild,
because someday you’ll breathe it
all out as stardust and art…
and there was a fire in that kiss
that always came from
your own lips.

– butterflies rising

…curious fingertips
on dangerously soft skin

– butterflies rising

…slow kisses on wild skin

– butterflies rising

her fire is drawn to your fire

– butterflies rising

wild poetry on our lips when we kiss

– butterflies rising

we can kiss slow and wild until we forget time and collapse.

smoke & sugar…

you’ve got
too much gravity
in your head.
so take it easy.
and put the heavy down.
we could be delicate here.
or not…
you could come mix
that smoke on your lips
with the sugar on mine
and we can kiss slow and wild
until we forget time
and collapse.

– butterflies rising