Leave Your Panties on the Bedroom Floor Written from behind the bedroom door. From within your arms I inhale your musky scent, as we lay here awakened by the quiet morning light, and we need not pay each other any bedroom rent, having made love throughout the darkness of night, those smoky cigarettes we do leave them all behind, now there is no other place that I would sooner be, I’m safe from the judges who judge me so unkind, and I’m content laying here with just you and me, outside is a deafening world I choose not to defend, you have the key but don’t need to find the door, doused in the morning light forever we could spend, so Baby, leave your panties on the bedroom floor. Forever I’ve longed for a woman in who I can confide, battered by the escapades of every Saturday night, I feel like love had simply beaten and cast me aside, but I found your heart ‘neath the roaming candle light, now my Soul’s writing sonnets and poems of love, and thinking’ ‘bout all those places we could be, within all of eternity ‘neath all of the stars above, building our dreams in a cabin down by the sea, until now love’s not been something I have seen, and we have forever to go and find the bedroom door, but for now let’s lay amidst this midmorning dream, so Baby, leave your panties on the bedroom floor. From my sandbox world to Beauty’s curves I did yield, but had to settle for the demons of my aching heart, doling all of eternity ‘round Love’s lush green fields, this barren reality does tear me forever and ever apart, but from inside the endless jungle of demise and hurt, I did find you and what is your now overflowing cup, within which I can quench that for which I do thirst, falling for your love I know it’ll be more than enough, as in amongst this blissful dream like a gull I do glide, and there is no bolt kept upon this old oak door, now you don’t have to run and I don’t have to hide, so Baby, leave your panties on the bedroom floor. The winter of summer leaves you thirsting like a whore, and in the street they drink your earth like blood red wine, keeping you to your labours while demanding evermore, leaving you embodied within the eternal ravages of time, now there is nothing from this world that I want to take, as the cruelty of these chains leave their deathly remains, and from within your love I know there is no bolted gate, where forever and eternity will ever be one and the same, and unto you I want to treat you with only like and kind, now you can keep the key to my once old lonesome door, because I don’t ever want to leave this morning behind, so Baby, leave your panties on the bedroom floor. Trapped ‘side a trap that sees us forfeit our own time, but together we’re bound ‘neath the morning sunlight, bathing our skin in the spirit of each others lonesome wine, hoping the morning will never again go and turn to night, though reality is real I believe I can forever keep it at bay, inside this bed again and again falling in and making love, where alone together with you I do eternally long to stay, while inside of you we fit the other like a handmade glove, and the sun will stay ever locked in this boundless time, free unto each other we need not open this old oak door, for there is nothing else in this world that we need to find, so Baby, leave your panties on the bedroom floor. Starving outside the ruins of what life is supposed to be, stranding you ‘side beliefs they’re never what they mean, but from in here there are no places that we cannot see, beaten ‘neath this spotlight ever trying to create a dream, but I’m laying here bare to you and the morning light, clothes aside ‘neath these sheets each other we do love, with the horizon and what lays beyond the blackened night, basking ‘neath the morning sky and the sunlight above, and another love letter to each other we need not send, now we’ve got forever to open up the bedroom door, but I know you know this morning was never meant to end, so Baby, leave your panties on the bedroom floor. Stay cool, The Journeyman.
Posted on: Tue, 07 Oct 2014 22:15:45 +0000
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