Kind Of Perfect - Poem by Isaak DeMaio
It's funny how things work out,
letting each other in, whispering emotions in air,
fearing what we cannot see,
listening to these lyrics we share.
We dream to make believe,
laying in this bed, sharing our warmth,
grazing each other's skin,
making this time what it is worth.
Our dashboard is full of confessions,
racing hearts, and self control,
laying happily entwined,
releasing the lust in our souls.
It's kind of perfect,
let us sleep some more.
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