Turning twisting are these sheets as lovers embrace for the last time,
for fall has arrived on spanish eyes and long kisses.
Pillow talk brings to wide open stares on female curves so perfect you
could swear God took more time on creating her. Lips so full and skin
so soft you feel as though you should pinch yourself to check if your not
dreaming of an angel, in these times when chaos is amongst the sheets.
Time seems to tick faster bringing day to night and back again.
The good times shared that night fade to golden memories stored
in your head for the days without her. When you can look back and
remember when chaos was amongst the sheets.
We simple few who are granted love from the heavens above are
blessed with such good tidings that we await our lovers call from
moning till night when there's that one chance of a lovers rapture
that keeps us sane and keeps... chaos amongst our sheets.
So anun good friends, for time is late and the sandman comes to
visit as though it were fate. For lying alone has you scenting her
smell and longing her warmth. And as tears role down thy face
and your heart drums out steading beats when alast you wait
one more time for Chaos amongst the sheets.
No comments:
Post a Comment