break me

take from some season
write new lines.
Brink merry muse:
beautiful sorry boy
break me under
your perfect drunk lips.

My eyes love to look into yours
and see what they can find.
They beg me to stay longer,
but I can't always find the time.
My heart begs me to press myself to you
so that she might speak to yours.
She says your heart sings her songs,
and that such fluttering she adores.
My arms beg me to be around you
they say to never let you go.
I tell them we have obligations
but to my resistance they beg "no!".
My tongue begs me to kiss you.
So that she might embrace
the moments she spends dancing
with your tongue, so sweet a taste.
My body is rebelling,
it will not let me be.
It longs, and begs,
and pleads with me,
I cannot suppress,
so hurry home, and kiss me
and lay with my hands caress.