The words you speak make love to my soul.
The salt from tears and sweat, roll across my lips.
The heat from your passion and body, make me shiver.
Your eyes penetrate through me like hot lasers.
You make my body and heart ache with a painful pleasure.
Every ounce of my energy is put into you, into feeling you.
My blood races through every vein when I feel your breath on my neck.
Pure, raw emotion, love, is being spoken through my fingertips.
My sense of reality is running down with the feeling of your hands down my back.
We cannot escape each other.
This feels so right, although it is so wrong.
You, my love, belong to another.