He. Indefinite source of my torments.
Sweet decadence within all its intents.
I catch myself daydreaming
of our two bodies teaming.
Every drip and every drop
on my skin that slowly lops
of candy coated tongue caress
and I confess, I'm obsessed.
A thousand times do I envision
a beaming, gleaming, dreaming vision
of two bodies, skin to skin
of two souls, sin to sin.
And it never seems to come to an end
this daydream of mine that I pretend
to be real, as I watch you from afar
what I wish we were and what we are.
Two lost souls, two simple beings
is what the others may be seeing,
but we know from the look in our eyes
there is a crave, a thirst in the rise.
Through the layers we see the bare
and we see the crave the other bears
for it's energy it barely holds inside
our worlds shook with the same vibe.
It only takes for a one small touch
to realize the tension we feel so much
uncover our desire we so want to hide
save ourselves from this bide.
But we are strangers, just passing by
everyday, it becomes my why;
to conquer our desire, satisfy the lust
take the risk of loving, we must.
He. Indefinite source of my torments.
Sweet decadence within all its intents.
I catch myself daydreaming
of our two bodies teaming.
Every drip and every drop
on my skin that slowly lops
of candy coated tongue caress
and I confess, I'm obsessed.
