Its all about the chase.

we are pieces
in our very own game
both burning, yet tending to the flame
we’re so hot, that our hearts will never touch
but we let our hands wander
we let ourselves lust

and you touch me
so softly
and you trace my skin
mindlessly
and I can hear
your heartbeat
and beside you
is where I wanna be

but not too close.

and our legs, are intertwined
lips pressed against necks
your hand
in mine.
pushed close, so fast
like we’re running out of time

no one really talking
but the silence is just what we need
mind over matter
never works for me

I crave exactly this.

and we’re just pieces
in this made up game
and we’re bending the rules
and going insane

staying out late
searching for other people
that curve into us just right
Searching for something that makes playing worth it
and for a moment we get lost in time
and for a moment we feel like more than just pieces
in this game
for a moment we feel alive