different streaks of brushes
pulsing lights of distinct hues
swaying to the wildest beats
not a single care in this world

sweat running through skin
carrying a scent so awfully sweet
my arms enclosed around his neck
eyes closed, the end is near

drop dead in the ocean
lying calm in the waters
my lips into his
no purer touch than this

television muffling the sounds we make
drunk on music at this delicate hour
scars on my body, you trace it like a knife
awakened senses, bustling with life

playing me gently like a lana del rey song
though i can still see the nervousness in you
i thought it was cute, your shivering hands
then we both smiled and it's enough reassurance

clinging, holding onto your muscular back
leaving claw marks as we drove higher
good ride, can't barely breathe
to the extremes, i am so ready to die

both knowing we could end up in a violation
to a maximum speed, we agreed to accelerate
but for the first time i felt secure
im glad to be helpless, im glad to be hunted