Let us go
under the flickering lights
of this deserted highway
your face, reflection of the moonlight
I gasped, for air
Uncanny churned of loss words
My tips are craving for your lips
Move in, you waist around my fist
Your spine caved in to my touch
I feel your hair wallowed
And we relented.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 1:20 AM UTC
Let us go
under the flickering lights
of this deserted highway
your face, reflection of the moonlight
I gasped, for air
Uncanny churned of loss words
My tips are craving for your lips
Move in, you waist around my fist
Your spine caved in to my touch
I feel your hair wallowed
And we relented.
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