I visualize you and I, keeping ourselves occupied. While the war is going on outside, by keeping the bed warm tonight. No more power, only nurturing, where weakness is greater than strength. Our favorite time of day is just before night. When darkness comes and swallows the light. We’ll take the blinders from in front of our faces. No more pulling triggers, no more pulling strings. You and I, and our pleasure chest, and the treasures there that we possess. It’s like you and are being pressed, immortalized between two saints. While the war is going on outside, we’re keeping our bed warm tonight. Our favorite time of day is just before night. When darkness comes and swallows the light. We’ll take the blinders from in front of our faces. No more pulling triggers, no more pulling strings. If I could be your drug. Which one would I be? If I could be your drug. I’d be your ecstasy. Our favorite time of day is just before night. When darkness comes and swallows the light. We’ll take the blinders from in front of our faces. No more pulling triggers, no more pulling strings.
words by j. wilson
photo by cottonbro @ pexels
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