Distant eyes fall over me like autumn- carelessly swift. A smooth caress of hearts, or was that just your hand slithering through, tugging at my heart? Silk sheets wrap me in folds of your intoxicating body (playing along my skin like a light flickering). I’m washed over in a warped sense of fear, loathing and wonderment. You're snaking on the bed attracted to the heat of the moment, but is that all you care about? As you n** at my pulse, all my thoughts can mimic are the song’s last words, a subliminal understanding,
“Is this real(ly what I want)?"
Lovers Never Tell · Thu Jul 24, 2008 @ 08:51am · 0 Comments |