Anticipation in my pulse, quivering in my fingertips.
A breath of fresh words escape your lips.
A beat, and I'm all yours again.
Beautiful concept it is, being confortable under your gaze.
Being tied down to earth by a single finger in your mouth.
But I break the tension, because I prefer to elaborate more.
Being a rebel in our space it's my favourite thing ever.
Cravings: touches, whispers, pulls, embraces, kisses.
Cause an inferno in our minds, because we are that way.
Create a masterpiece out of insufferable needs.
Combine our loving nature to something out of this world.
Debatable.
Delirious.
Dangerous.
Dreamy.