L.D.S.

by Marquavious Moore

Damn,

You got me sitting under 

the stars n shit, 

Count the same one cause I get distracted by

the reflection in ya eyes n shit. 

They hypnotize, 

With no lies,  

Palm in palm 

As we rise

And now, 

I want all the smoke. 

Your hold, 

Your choke,

Deep down ya throat, 

Let’s hope 

by morning time 

The stars stay put

Cuz they’re our only witness.

But fuck it. 

Let’s let go, 

like a lost boy

in a wave of pink snow, 

A Venusian mist,

We kiss,

With greatest hits

Playing in the background. 

I sip

on your hip, 

Wishing to touch the stars we 

Counted on that fated day

When the trees 

Would sway,

I realized,

You make me feel like 

all possibilities.