I guess it just a thing.
This thing I got for you..
I love the way you smell every time we hug, kiss, make love.
I smell you, now I’m addicted.
Maybe because you smell like cigarettes and soap, mixed with some kind of something.
I’m going to call that smell YUM.
I cant resist wearing you shirt, it look way better on me anyways.
You also look better without it!
You push me up against your truck, I take a deep breath in and close my eyes.
All is impossible for me to imagine, could you believe actually living, experiencing it!?
Holy cow the emotion, "Just fucking Kiss me" I scream, as you stand in front of me and smile.
I can tell everything by just one kiss, so make it powerful
-make it strong...
but kiss me softly as if in fragile like and angel, your angel.
Because at this moment, everything can shatter in an instant.
I am strong, independent, carefree, but just Brad Pitt in "Troy"
I have soft, breakable spots.
So don’t make me break, cause that’s what I am afraid of.
Picking up the broken pieces on me..