she loved me before she loved herself. and i loved her before i loved myself. we treated each other like we were special. but we didn’t know what to do with it.

Gorgeous women with dark shades of lipsticks, tired eyes getting everything they want.

Mystical conversation; often, the closest we come to surrender is orgasm but we’re past that…

Sometimes the night gives more than it takes and you bring all the stars home with you.

Iron-made orphans, clipped our wings in the late night. Sometimes you hate to leave somebody, what’s happening to we? Gardens, flowers, I recall your soul had a taste like…