He moans like my fantasy
The moon is brimming with radiance
I know this feels wrong yet right
Tomorrow this feeling will be gone and I know it already
But that is the thing about midnight love
It is magical and exists in a realm that is surreal
I visited that realm. Like never before and liked it
There is passion in my lips and longing in my eyes
I am swept away and there is nothing I can do about it
A haze drops and all I see is him and his eyes, trailing all over me
I feel dizzy with wanting and I try to break it off in vain
Something in me has changed. For I have never let anyone do what he did to me
Love
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 2:50 AM UTC
He moans like my fantasy
The moon is brimming with radiance
I know this feels wrong yet right
Tomorrow this feeling will be gone and I know it already
But that is the thing about midnight love
It is magical and exists in a realm that is surreal
I visited that realm. Like never before and liked it
There is passion in my lips and longing in my eyes
I am swept away and there is nothing I can do about it
A haze drops and all I see is him and his eyes, trailing all over me
I feel dizzy with wanting and I try to break it off in vain
Something in me has changed. For I have never let anyone do what he did to me
Love
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