Skin on skin feeling warmer than heat,
Love is not the perfect word.
We can hear hearts pumping at to a strange beat,
Moaning to have our voices heard.
The passion going on for hours,
Not even God could stop us now...
We are in a trance using werid powers,
Yet we are lost not even knowing how...
Sheets are now everywhere,
Moans are turning into screams.
We couldn't even care,
This felt better than any kind of dream.
He kisses me on the neck,
Leaving tiny sweet pecks.
I go grab his hand,
Singing songs by his band.
He pulls me in close,
For that addictive dose,
Of his holy soft lips.
So I pass him the "slip" as I hold his warm hips.
I was falling for him,
And he was falling for me,
The lights were dim,
As he said me name, "Bee..."
I hugged him tight,
I closed my eyes.
He turned off the light,
And slept by my side.
Romance...is so strange...yet ours could be wonderful and magical...