He walks like a god,
blazing fire on my skin and it's inner creases
with just the tip of his fingers.
When they slide in,
it's heaven and hell,
lamentations and cascading into burning flames of passion.
His hair falls on his smooth forehead
like they have been paid to do so,
very stylish.
I kiss his hands that carve their presence inside me forever,
Oh, how can I forget his warmth..
Our scents are combined and matching,
just like us intertwined beneath the sheets.
There's sweat glistening on his handsome face,
illuminated by the bedside lamp.
My lover in his glory takes me in
and leaves me breathless,
lifeless, begging for more.
Then the gentle caresses that I love the most.
Lover is a word I never thought of before,
but the way you make me feel,
Yeah it's something I want to hold.