RMC

Quick lips lick the brief
stay I’d have you stay more.
For the simple fact grief
of yours I sometimes adore.

Ocean lifts me up coy
like a little boy with a toy.
Egyptian tides caves
have themselves to enjoy.

Wicked trips inside burn
take us and we learn
traveling adoration well
in a hell with you I long yearn.

Take the glycerin why not,
time it has us both forgot,
until the end of your story
play so they’ll forget you not.

When the night kissed
the burn the bliss I miss
the best parts of me Miss
they have me seek bliss.

Lift me up as stars correct
effect the little direct
conversations you need
to have a lasting wreck.

One for the joy despair
let it go now you there
will fill an ill will dare
the Devil to prepare.

Go for the glory stories
will told of your grandeur.
Don’t let other bullshit forays hit
but if they do you’ll stand yours.