him and i.

why must he always make me smile?
when his lusious lips touch mine
and he gives me that tender kiss
and those aggressive hands
that just know where and how to touch me
sometimes i wish i could press rewind
everytimee and rewrite every line
to the story of him and i
but with him i don't get lost and confused
i don't get crushed and bruised or feel used
we we get along
and caught in that moment
that combat for feelings
wen we both remember what used to be
see there's a lot of feelings that remain
and it makes me insane to retain them
feelings i wont condemn
there's always something to remind us
of what used to be
but when its just him and i
and i'm his and hes mine
and only for that moment
when the sun inturrpts the moon
and i couldn't extend my arms to defend the mon
that night was coming to an end
but see, so would we
we could no longer cuddle and kiss
snuggle and smother
because we both belonged to a significant other.