Hands on the chest,
treasure in her brain with the main on direct,
sustain what she mean in the seem of her neck,
the speech leave sleek when she lean to project,
how she feel right.

But the hours grow long,
burrowed dame streets ain’t feeling like home,
with the aches from the feet and care that’s gone,
gravitate to the crease levitate to this one.
Soul rider, coloured eyes, supplier, multiply hold the fire, reads the lines, shares the finds.
I swear a real soldier of love,
smoother than a sunrise when she care for above,
complete with a partner who would care for that rub,
yes, the image had a canvas of amplified desires,
but still no fill for the things she had required.
Mentally it was a riot, new nights of getting higher, blow smoke, go dance to house music, for hope
yet she got around, yeah she found her way.
Uniformed to usual but she broke away, ventured off to other seas just to hear her say...

L, L-O, V-E (let’s be in love)
L, L-O, V-E (lesbian love)

Came back thinking that the bond was in tact,
in fact, this friendship played a roll in the pact,
sublime with balanced focus shaping on the arm, but before she felt alarmed, she felt nothing was to harm.
So she moved, with her heart in two, left a bit for me but plenty more for you,
usually a V but flipped into a new kind of thing where the D gets touched and she likes it so much
that she starts to grip tighter with the stroke. In her eyes you can tell that this was hope,
how to feel when I know that her lover loves me too?
what to do? Sacred love is turning to something new.
Above it all nothing ever brings change, grips can restrain how the feeling so strange.
Unified by the fire, dance in the night we both feel each other when dimensions in site.

L, L-O, V-E (let’s be in love)
L, L-O, V-E (lesbian love)

Two lovebirds fall from way upwards,
describing their desire using cuss words,
don’t know if it’s cut worth, pain we don’t feel when the heart hurt,
two coats of insecurity.
Cover the real definition of your family tradition,
I can’t even imagine how they must be feeling,
how can we accept something that we never wished for?
I wish that we hugged and we kissed more.
Not enough affection is why I had her ticked off,
she wanted to shine more than lipgloss,
instead she was trading feelings off with the Smirnoff.
I swear it left me truly in a phase, left my eyes closed shut, stuck in a maze,
tears running down for days man she got away,
thinking to myself like I truly got played.
They say you too young to have your feelings intertwine,
little did they know I’ve been ahead of time,
it’s like I’m alone stuck in Paris,
eating baguettes and drinking white wine,
how can I make me feel better?
I was laying comfortable like a new sweater,
thinking back like I should have never met her,
dealing with her sister is how I really met her,
she never filled my needs she only ran my debt up.
I still breezed through.
She’s getting high while my IQ gets higher,
times like this is how I get inspired.