Tommorow is just another day

[7carpileup]

Touches and soft whispers
Sighs and shoves
A strong grasp
When we make love
The scratches on my back
And the undone bed
Behind the wine that we spilled
Coloring my floor a burgundy red
The bite on my lip
And the mark on your neck
The handprint on your hip
Fashion well on this hormonal trip
I hope you are still here when I awake
When my dreams have scattered
And my heart no longer aches