missing time
How does this one go? I forgot the words. Music to my ears melts the maniac in me. I'm down to the basics, folding sheer creases into my skin with your soft form. The two mesh together into an overload of unexpected notes, movements we made as the other thought of them. A surge of numbness to time, space and the future rushes over my body, diving into the meditational hum of your touch. You say those things, those dirty things that make me think of getting off quick when no one's looking, and make me feel like the sexiest thing on the goddamned planet. You make it so hot I can feel the embers burning inside me. All of a sudden it's four o'clock in the morning and I look up and see your smiling eyes tracing my curves. And then we hold each other like we are trees that grew together from the same trunk. Lock and key.