Zennie
Bluelighter
Inch by inch, I
feel you,
touch you.
Crave.
More.
Can't I have more?
More, I
shout, strangely
absurdly thinking
I can get
closer.
Than this
wanting more
wishing I was in your
skin, keeping your
body, understanding your
mind.
Perfect Union.
I crave you.
feel you,
touch you.
Crave.
More.
Can't I have more?
More, I
shout, strangely
absurdly thinking
I can get
closer.
Than this
wanting more
wishing I was in your
skin, keeping your
body, understanding your
mind.
Perfect Union.
I crave you.
