Time is what i'm fearing.
Not enough time for enough regrets.
What if i never get to taste and savor the lips of my tempting dignity ?So soft and frail yet so firm to capture my breath.
You'd taste like honey, darling. So sweet yet so bitter.
I'd brush my lips in so deep , i think i might of forgotten the meaning of grudges .
My heart exhilarates and my hands palpitate on the strands of your golden locks, which separate into distant strands threw my fingertips.
I lace the open space in between my fingers, tugging your scalp and curls till i lose focus.
Now i'm on the bridge of failing.
I'm afraid of your eyes the ones that cave into my soul so far that it grabbed the captivity on the leg of my minds shadow.
Now my mind has no shadow.
You tug and pull and my shadow quakes its feet above the mouth of your cave.
It dropped, my mind did.
I'm lost, i'm inside of your fear, carving my way out.
Pushing everything in with me.
My limbs, shoulders and hands.
I carve deeper , my fingernails grasp your ******.
I grip to your shoulder blades  so harshly that you start to rattle out your meanings .

Now i know.

Now you know.

Now we all know what i fear.

If fear is what we all fear then i fear myself.