You forgot that time we saw that play,
Passed over our night on the pier, losing our words in the wind.
You've no memory of sex in the desert: the only thing hotter than the sand was the sun and your lips on my back.
What happened to our first kiss, our first fuck, first fight, dreams and fairy tales?
And he whispers, "not yet" from somewhere behind me.
And before I can turn, his voice only echoes in the space where he must have stood before.
Perceptions of imperfections that sound beautiful to you,
Ideations of the creation of a world outside this dry reality -
Have you ever lost your mind at one look from someone who can make you feel sated?
Possibilities, probabilities are all around the questions, and I have to admit that your answers move me.
And I need this moment to catch myself before that line becomes faded.
And you know more of me today than I knew yesterday, and tomorrow I'll be thousands of years away...
I'm weary of trying and I'm trying to feel,
But the noises are deafening and they're stealing my air.
There will be the explosion, the chaos calls to me even now as I sit -
Only remember the quiet with the candles and the soft touches, the in-between of it.
And we have time, be it rushed or slow or ours to create,
And you can take what you want, for it can't be created or destroyed, only changed. Form to form, extreme and balanced, and I may not catch myself after all.
Passed over our night on the pier, losing our words in the wind.
You've no memory of sex in the desert: the only thing hotter than the sand was the sun and your lips on my back.
What happened to our first kiss, our first fuck, first fight, dreams and fairy tales?
And he whispers, "not yet" from somewhere behind me.
And before I can turn, his voice only echoes in the space where he must have stood before.
Perceptions of imperfections that sound beautiful to you,
Ideations of the creation of a world outside this dry reality -
Have you ever lost your mind at one look from someone who can make you feel sated?
Possibilities, probabilities are all around the questions, and I have to admit that your answers move me.
And I need this moment to catch myself before that line becomes faded.
And you know more of me today than I knew yesterday, and tomorrow I'll be thousands of years away...
I'm weary of trying and I'm trying to feel,
But the noises are deafening and they're stealing my air.
There will be the explosion, the chaos calls to me even now as I sit -
Only remember the quiet with the candles and the soft touches, the in-between of it.
And we have time, be it rushed or slow or ours to create,
And you can take what you want, for it can't be created or destroyed, only changed. Form to form, extreme and balanced, and I may not catch myself after all.
Beautiful Amy! I thought of you today -I bet I can beat you at handball.. 
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