Dim vision like a newspaper photo, or Monet.
by Crianca
As the world slows down with our breathing
and the night slowly leaches out vigor,
as the motion sensor light flicks out from my driveway
but the streetlight on the corner stays,
as the moon rises higher and
loses the blood she was wearing,
as my eyes slip to lethargy
but their gaze still remains,
as my fingers have run through your hair in a pattern
made to relax you in comfort,
as things almost sparkle with night sight,
pupils dilated to almost iris in the dark,
you are an angel almost sleeping,
almost angel, almost sleeping,
almost sleeping on my thighs,
and I can almost see my future on your eyes.
OOC: I only went over this one night later, and I only changed the end. Feel free to criticize.
by Crianca
As the world slows down with our breathing
and the night slowly leaches out vigor,
as the motion sensor light flicks out from my driveway
but the streetlight on the corner stays,
as the moon rises higher and
loses the blood she was wearing,
as my eyes slip to lethargy
but their gaze still remains,
as my fingers have run through your hair in a pattern
made to relax you in comfort,
as things almost sparkle with night sight,
pupils dilated to almost iris in the dark,
you are an angel almost sleeping,
almost angel, almost sleeping,
almost sleeping on my thighs,
and I can almost see my future on your eyes.
OOC: I only went over this one night later, and I only changed the end. Feel free to criticize.
Lustbunny Scrumptious
"That's no ordinary rabbit."
"That's no ordinary rabbit."
