Soft

I watch the hourglass in hopes of a skip in it's heartbeat. My time comes to a close when I smell the strawberries of red, lush love. It's the moment you are near and I know of nothing more euphoric than that freedom. Crossing the figures of tyranny to propose more of a fixation onto your skin. A feeling of comfort with a handful of marijuana. Seeing the undeniable sleep that seems to cloud my mind. Nothing should make sense when we're together. Your skin is so soft my love...