“I got a feeling we are gonna win. Our bodies make it perfect and your eyes can make me swim. Then again everything seems new, I can barely hold my tongue, to say the least, I’m into you.
And our eyes are saying more than we can talk, and warmer than our bedroom sport. And your thighs are kisses from the outside, girl that’s all I need.
I’ll take you down the other road, to breathe in something more. I’ll find it harder to ignore the things I want you for.
The rhythm was all I needed to hear, a woman can treat my heart. When I press up an ear up to you, I can hear the rhythm start, it’s hard to tell our beats apart.
So I hope you’re listening right now, cause I can barely hold my tongue the shit we do could warm the sun.
At night twisted in a melting fall and sleeping with the scratching claws. And your words, let me know you’re feeling me and seeing all the things I see.”
Rowdy-F boots by Jeffrey Campbell
lingerie + cape by For Love & Lemons
photos by David Aronson