Lingering in the misted air,
Souls intertwined under the flickering neon gaslights,
Sensing his breath under my skin,
I hear muscles flowing,
Words crumpling,
Hard and steady, I could feel his fingers tangle in my hair.
For seconds in that raw perfection,
Soaring, he falls into his burning passion,
Frantic to see the hidden ecstatic flesh,
The dying of the winding hearts,
A pinkish tinge blossomed on my cheeks,
Through my dark black hair.
Our hearts, a furnace, from the heat of the love,
Waits in the shadows of purity and peace.
Feeling his passion, raw and smooth,
That electric feeling in my fingertips when he touches me,
And my breath shortens.
How can I express the endless and warm crave?
That intense feeling that takes a hold.
Outlining all the sensations that have you so shook.
Underneath the cravings,
You ignite my soul.
Every time, in my solemn heart,
You lurk within my captured soul.