Picture white sheets Your hand running up my back my skin against yours As I undo each button with determination My hair caught between our lips.
Nothing gets me quite like the soft echoing of your breath against my jaw (And mine on yours) Your soft cheek close to mine As your heart begins to beat quickly.
Each movement of your body Drastic or minimal Is a shock Yet the transition Is no distraction from my nails digging into your skin.
And if I could I'd wrap you in forever And see how long you'd be content In my arms In my mind In my heart.
We're racing with no destination Growing warmer as time lapses And it's all a dream I'm sure A recurring sensation.