Paradise by the tentside lights.
Sunday, July 15, 2007 @ 7:37 PM
Sweet words slowly vanish into the air...
Absorbing with them goes hormones, racing breaths and cigarette smoke.
We take our time, allowing
ourselves to enjoy the short time together, and finding out what makes
each other tick...
Bruises form on my neck from passion and silent exploration on the couch.
Whisper to me again and
I'll fall
completely... So I silently wish you would say nothing more.
I wish you could read my thoughts..
I'm down and out and all around... So cover me with yourself and take me while I
carefully die and let myself go.
Don't hurt me now, and please don't let me go..
And here I am.