I'm afraid to admit how much i miss the pierce of your lips.
the steady path to sweet collision, the pain in your kiss.
i know it's wrong, but it feels so right.
my past slips out between the touch, and i drag it out to let it go.
relief drives me closer,
lost in the moment,
you're tearing me open.
the sting hits like a high, and i'm addicted to your touch.
it hurts, but it heals - so easy.
and as much as i'll regret it, i don't want you to leave me.
stay, be my escape.
