• The light of the moon.
    The lust of the sun.
    The sound of your voice,
    It leaves so soon.

    Your kiss, so dear.
    Your lips, too soft.
    I pull you close,
    For I have no fear.

    Your hands on mine,
    Your breath down my neck.
    Oh please God,
    Tell me I'll be fine?

    Our voices were muffled.
    The cotton too soft.
    You told me you loved me,
    But not without a stuffle.

    You pull my hair,
    I touch your lips.
    I have no fears,
    because Life's not fair.


    --Ever.