So we met 11 years ago, innocent and unromantic. He whispers 'I'm falling in love with you' so close to my ear it tickles. I close my eyes, cant see the future so good so I think of doorbells but I dont say a word.
Lips on mine and just kissing the Evangelist felt good. Holding out for the cure and I dripped while the kettle boiled. Dripping inside my pants, he could never have known, and so quietly, like you wouldnt believe, I came. Nothing innocent about my Evangelist, like a door to door heroin salesman he keeps me updated and plugged in.
The fuck that has lasted so sweet and good for eleven years is building in strength and ferocity that I fear its all consuming. I cant concentrate or commit to much else and so in that white dress I pant 'I do' and under my breaht 'and i always fucking will'.