On The Ceiling In An Upside Down Picture Of Our Room Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Maybe its not innocent, but naive.
And the door bell rings.
It is his replacement.
Boy they do they come and go aweful fast..
But none seem to last.
Is that your fault?
Probably not.
But sometimes you go make the best of it.
Sucking on the ever lasting sweet and sour gum drop.
With the right words to devour.
Inner desires surge.
Thinking god damn I just want to eat you up from the inside.
A table set for two, what ever could wrong.
Putting the perfect music on.
I know what you're thinking just another cheesy romantic.
With room full of so many antics, who knows maybe your right.
But we will only know with the dimming of the lights.
The right mood to pick and choose.
Just the way we like it.
No promises upon this disaster.
No commitments the day after.
Let love be so simple.
Never so complicated.
Oh baby you got me howling under the full moon.
The perverted things I wanted do to you.
Chasing, waiting.
In these games of foreplay is there not anything you would do to make it just a little more exciting of a moment.
So sporadic, please make up your mind.
Sleeping with somebody in my arms.
Finally, how long has been.
Looking into closed eyes.
Summers sleep, inviting winters deep.
To keep warm, memories explode upon this golden sun.
Breaking through my defenses.
Leaving breathless and only wanting more.
I can still hear those little voices.
Just not as loud or angry.
Pleasantly quite under the moans beneath these pink flowered sheets.
The happiest I have felt in long time.
And I thank you for all of it.
All of it.
Making me yours, even if it is for only a short time.
It brings so much back.
The promises and the packs.
A love that has been so hijacked.
And now I have it back.
Even if it only temporarily.