My hands upon your naked back.
My tongue tracing twisting paths
as trails of saliva glisten on your skin
from the light of the dim candlelight,
I hold off.
I'm so distant.
I can't see,
but I try and listen.
I know that this feeling is blind,
and I cannot take slamming face-first
into that wall one more time.
I never see it coming,
so here's the knife.
My tongue tracing twisting paths
as trails of saliva glisten on your skin
from the light of the dim candlelight,
I hold off.
I'm so distant.
I can't see,
but I try and listen.
I know that this feeling is blind,
and I cannot take slamming face-first
into that wall one more time.
I never see it coming,
so here's the knife.
