Jun 2012
Do you remember how we met
In that dark room, our own vignette
Your words were always faint
My motions dawned in deep restraint
Do you remember how we met
Behind closed eyes please don’t forget
I shivered at your hand, gently
Each movement shocked me differently
Do you remember how we met
Alone, broken, passions unmet
Escaping through our skin we sung
Closed off from the world, just body, and tongue
In that dark room, our own vignette
Your words were always faint
My motions dawned in deep restraint
Do you remember how we met
Behind closed eyes please don’t forget
I shivered at your hand, gently
Each movement shocked me differently
Do you remember how we met
Alone, broken, passions unmet
Escaping through our skin we sung
Closed off from the world, just body, and tongue
I feel like the greater majority of our experiences with love or just experimentation at a young age went on at parties and it was always this horribly magical thing that just surrounded our senses and made us feel completely invincible and fragile at the same time.
