Sensual undertow
I chased her eyes around the room, but never caught them. So we let the laughter carry us around like a luxury car, the kind that wants you to be noticed without being seen.
I crave the kind of touch that sets skin to drip and pulse to rage... but I pull back in fear. Because as much as I laugh, my darling, as much as I sing... I still remember the pain of something so long ago. The pain that echoes throughout everything.
So I have searched, foolishly, blindly, for the one strong enough to hold me up. When, at the same time, I scream for independance. Now I see how silly it all really is..... and I laugh, again.
I crave the kind of touch that sets skin to drip and pulse to rage... but I pull back in fear. Because as much as I laugh, my darling, as much as I sing... I still remember the pain of something so long ago. The pain that echoes throughout everything.
So I have searched, foolishly, blindly, for the one strong enough to hold me up. When, at the same time, I scream for independance. Now I see how silly it all really is..... and I laugh, again.