You Know When It's The One

A laugh, gentle half,
Slowly move apart, 'til you're searching,
The one look I can feel, I hear a heavy breathing.

A whisper, quicker,
Intently I listen, convincing words spill out,
An impressive breath of hours.

It's Getting Stronger

Darkness surrounding, my eyes don’t look for you. 
Haze of a feeling, hiding amongst us is truth. 
Take this water; let it burn us, until we fall down to sleep, 
Cut my tongue and my throat, unable to speak. 
A life of such inaptness, when I cannot adjust, 
Is a torture that I’m finding, I’m falling in love. 
A heart that is aching can be content with its pain, 
When my eyes are able to look upon your face.

You're Not All That I Can't Get Out My Head

Obsessed, addicted, I’m unsure.

A craving of desire for your touch and for, the smoke

that is blinding, to our senses and our insides.

Take me, again, faster this time.

Wrap up securely for the dark winter light, the smoke

will save us now, from our senses and our insides.

So fresh, the smell, a smile grows.

This is what our lives live from until it shows, the smoke

that we survive, with our senses and our insides.

It feels so different, from anything,

a new found love for our intimate sharing, my love

it surrounds me, or our senses and our insides.

Love Won't Melt Away With The Winter

Dread and doubt fall with the snow

And the joy of holding your hand crawls through me with the cold.

A smile, so gentle upon your face,

Reminds me of the trust that we have hidden in this place.

A white, white landscape of our handsome town,

Cannot look beautiful in comparison to you.

Just know that when I’m standing at your side

There are three fragile words still hiding in my mind.

Ice and frost block out the girls that look our way,

A barrier against lust that I hoped we’d never feel.

We could slip and we could fall, and drown in the darkness

But I’ll keep holding on, there’s no way we’re going to lose this.

Hold me again, keep me warm in comfort.

Kiss me again, keep me believing in my heart.

Can we lie on the floor in front of the fire?

Keep whispering those jokes, when I love that you’re liar.