One of my movies
fills the television screen,
but the action there
does not captivate me
like my lady does.
She sits beside me,
a single leg tucked
underneath her body,
her head on my shoulder,
so the scent of her hair
enthralls me.
Her hand rests
on my thigh,
a simple contact
almost too much
for my body to endure.
Her blood does not call to me.
It sings a different tune.
I do not wish
to pierce her flesh,
to drink her dry,
to kill her.
I only dream
of endless moments
exactly like this one.
~Drake
fills the television screen,
but the action there
does not captivate me
like my lady does.
She sits beside me,
a single leg tucked
underneath her body,
her head on my shoulder,
so the scent of her hair
enthralls me.
Her hand rests
on my thigh,
a simple contact
almost too much
for my body to endure.
Her blood does not call to me.
It sings a different tune.
I do not wish
to pierce her flesh,
to drink her dry,
to kill her.
I only dream
of endless moments
exactly like this one.
~Drake