Mar 2016
It sings in my veins,
Every trace left behind,
Hitched breath,
We fall,
Rough pads on soft silk,
A heated touch,
Wet and cool,
Stretched below the stars,
They burn bright as we fade away.
Every trace left behind,
Hitched breath,
We fall,
Rough pads on soft silk,
A heated touch,
Wet and cool,
Stretched below the stars,
They burn bright as we fade away.
