The clouds pass by overhead
as I get stained green from the grass being smashed by my back
Words circle around my brain like little sharks, and each one is waiting to take a bite of me

The sun isn't gone, but I'm so cold
The goose bumps crawl over my skin and tingle like ants
As I grin a bit, and bite my lip
And realize my hand is beginning to slip
And the next thing I know,
my body's shaking
from all the sensations that in my mind, you're making
I get swallowed by this warmth, and suddenly I'm moaning uncontrollably

I see stars, in my mind
I see colors not yet defined
I hear singing
ringing
in my ears
And I just want more
and more
until there's nothing left
and I'm deflated
wearing a sloppy grin across my face