ICE

We should stop this here
Let the water drip from both our fingers
And forget it ever happenned

I should find my bra
Lost somewhere under your roommate's sheets
And stop letting you touch me.

You should know better.
Leading on a hungry girl with those eyes, hands
And admitting to your soul you enjoy it

God should change the things
Leave behind the laws of Chemistry for us
And remove the "drip, drip" from our pleasures

or maybe we could just let it m-e-l-t

poetry

away