As my knees tremble and quiver.
to the monotonous sound,
of the blood
that your heart pumps
through your veins,
so hot at this point,
selling our souls
to each other,
Body contact is the seal,
My hands traveling little streets
that haven't been discovered before,
to the sound of heavy breathing and whimpering,
sweat falls faster than a spring rain,
making little rivers down the side of your back
my lips trying too hard
to find yours,
all the sourness and steam,
Marks that hang around as little tattoos,
that tell everyone what happened between
you and me.
I guess next time we should do it slower,
so we can enjoy more,
what we just enjoyed now.
my try I guess