by Yasmina Crichlow

Created on: April 27, 2008

-Soothe me-

This dream I'm floating in drives me mad.
Why can't I experience it like reality?
I'm missing out on all the details of this moment spent together with you.
I don't want them to erase from my mind.

This feeling melts my fears away;
your silent cries and bedroom eyes,
they tear me limb from limb,
I'm so hard I'm getting limp.

I, my eyes, myself,
slip again.

This thing, in between my thighs,
I can't remember the last time I felt so warm.
Only the sunshine compares to our secret bliss.
You fingers prance over me,
dance and once again,
my mind is off to a mystic land.

I promise, this won't be our last kiss.

Mmmm.

No last kiss for us, I won't accept that.

The lamp shade creates shadows and sparks my interest more.
This dream you brought me in, I can't get out.
Never, will it erase, can you hear me?

You lips create a burning friction,
I can't dismiss you even if I try.
I bite to get a say,
to lead your mind astray,
to keep you from the path on which you remain.

I fail, just like you know I would.
Your lips sending me into a quivering symphony of lust.
Aroused just doesn't explain enough.

No one must know this horror of mine.
The way you send tremors through my spine.
I'm weak, captured within your spell.
Your smile explains it all too well.

Tomorrow, it's already that day.
You wake me up, in the same torturous way.
I can't do it, can't push you away.

I scrape your veins,
wish you the same fate.

Mmmm.

This isn't a goodbye kiss, never will it be.

You've got me latched too tight,
wrapped and twirling around your ring finger.
I'm defenseless in your presence.

So, just promise me one thing:
you'll always remain mine.
Even as we lose our time on Earth,
you can only be mine.

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