His lips traces her every line
Their breaths are all they hear
She raises a glass of wine
He sees a glass so clear
Creased sheets of the mattress
in the hot summer of May
A moment of their unrest
As the sun sets by the bay
Their breaths grew quicker
As they reached the dawn of the night
Their muscles clenched tighter
A release of spring- without a fight
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 5:15 AM UTC
His lips traces her every line
Their breaths are all they hear
She raises a glass of wine
He sees a glass so clear
Creased sheets of the mattress
in the hot summer of May
A moment of their unrest
As the sun sets by the bay
Their breaths grew quicker
As they reached the dawn of the night
Their muscles clenched tighter
A release of spring- without a fight
