Tag: teits

The heat in a word

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I’m tied to a bed full of memories,
where every night I remember,
and every adventure is different
cause every adventure was new.

The thirst of this bed is insatiable
and the cold in this bed hurts my bones,
but the heat comes so sweet to my ears,
every night with your voice on the phone.

I hear the sound of your lips like a wind,
that blows away the fear of my skin
and my mouth awaits for their touch impatience,
willing to wet till the last of your lust.

My mouth wants to care your lips,
explore your skin and get lost in it,
to feel how it chill with every touch
and warm it later with a single kiss,
to go down your body and up your legs
and plant itself between your knees,
to feel how u mellow and melt to it,
to provoke an arch in your back,
to be in the right spot when you drip.

Kissed by a bottle

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It’s one of those pitch black nights
all I see is a fading piece of moon
but the sky looks all gray and high
still I feel it’s gonna get good soon

Destiny can take us to some unexpected places
just to have fun playing our strings
and in this black night it was playing mines
but who am I kidding anyways?
I like to be given wings sometimes

It feels cold and lonely in this place
nothing to look for, nothing to hide
no one to talk to, or to be talked by
just a still, brown, tall, half empty, half full
bottle of whisky.
ah now this is good company!

I knew it was gonna get good
after all I haven’t been bad to karma
at least not recently that I remember
and I’m starting to feel comfortable

I didn’t forget where I was
I just didn’t care
I didn’t forget where this bottle belongs
I just wanted to think it was mine tonight
and I was ready to empty it

This is good whisky!
it comes so sweet to my lips
and feels so pleasant in my mouth
yet it heats my soul so strong
like it’s kissing me with passion

I close my eyes
and I feel the cruel intentions
this whisky was made for me
handcrafted by angels
to be drink by a mortal

yet I found the meaning of finite
in the bottom of this beautiful bottle
and like any good in life
I knew it’d come to an end

I stood thinking about it though
where it came from where did it go
why does it still burn my throat
and why it still haunt my thoughts
as I get out of this space and into reality

Good songs and awful whisky

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You left and I stayed, here, same place, same time, lonely.
I admit it, even when I’m smiling, and I say I’m OK,
I ain’t moving on, I see time flowing and the dust floating.
I wasn’t expecting you leaving, I surely wasn’t
because I believed everything was more than perfect,
but that’s the irony of life after all, unexpected surprises.
People ask me, including you, how am I taking it,
well, how am I suppose to? there’s only one way,
I’m taking it with good music and awful whiskey,
because that’s the best company I could get,
and since I ain’t going anywhere, I better keep me entertained.
cause this life ain’t stopping, surely ain’t waiting for me,
so I’m trying to heal faster, and what’s a better healer
than good music and awful whiskey?
music for the heart, and whiskey for the head,
nothing better, nothings else
for times where only ending’s left.