The air
around is suffocating,
Is harsh
and dry.
Let it fill,
let it fill
Let us fill
it up with passion.
Your touch,
my touch
And the
heat travels our veins.
You lips,
my lips
Your
breath, my breath
Your skin,
my skin
A drop of sweat,
From your
cheek to my chest
Let us
feel, let us feel.
Feel it
with me
The heat
running through our bodies
Like flames
bursting our skin
Touch me…
feel it
Touch me…
crave it
Your lips,
my skin
You toung,
my skin
Your arms,
my body
Feel it.
It burns,
doesn’t ache
It wants to
come out.
My touch,
you skin
My lips,
your skin
My breath,
your whisper
“I’m going
crazy”
Your
breath, my whisper
“Feel it”
Broken Feather
