My Kind Of High Written by Ryan Matthew She wears her hair in my favorite color Emerald twilight with a touch of gray Dressed in lace but not for long Satin fingers talk when she don't know what to say I open the door and roll out the carpet And journey to the cherry temple It's funny how chalk dust can gather around me So quick to absorb the silence and beauty And indulge like a kitten who sucks at the teet I breathe it all in and yet keep it discreet... With a wince of my eyes, if you'd please not stare I promise, if you'd just wait, ,I swear... It's my kind of high - I don't think I can share It's my kind of high - I don't think I can share She sighs and moans in my favorite tune Glowing flesh heating up and keeping the beat Hugs me with her legs and pulls me in again Origami, alive, and born with the sheet I open the door and roll out the carpet And journey to the cherry temple It's funny how chalk dust can gather around me So quick to absorb the silence and beauty And indulge like a kitten who sucks at the teet I breathe it all in and yet keep it discreet... With a wince of my eyes, if you'd please not stare I promise, if you'd just wait, ,I swear... It's my kind of high - I don't think I can share It's my kind of high - I don't think I can share © 2011 Ryan Fan Club