If i was to burn delicately against your lips,
squeeze you as those eyes meet mine;
you never did breathe as sweetly as i,
speak softer than i, so if i was to
hold you down that last time,
may i take this last plunge?
Forced? Loved you were, as we kissed,
nor the hand which stroked, or the love
we spoke of. you wanted this, oh
so sweet, your taste,
the thing you withheld the most,
stolen in a glance.
Guided my hand, yours in mine,
places where we speak shortly of.
misguided and influenced, sweet liquids,
bringing chances for a long waited meeting.
Ground zero, this is it, and i whisper,
"are you sure", thrusted without concern,
your hips firmly into mine, this is it,
ground zero....and i whisper...
"forgive me"
whiped clean in a morning blur,
the stains, your naked skin next to mine,
as my eyes delicately burn against yours.
