I hear you, every beat, as you creep,
Every whisper disturbing the silence
The thirst you create, that knows of no end,
A result of your shameless influence
Your divine indulgence,
feeding on my shame,
Amidst all this, I whisper to myself,
'Shallow' - are we not the same?
Your touch, riding up and below,
A sense of building awareness fills me,
A grip of helpless wanting,
You unwillingly thrust upon me.
Your moist breath against my neck,
It sickens me, yet relieves me
In the end, we're not that different
After all, you made me.
You thrive on my weakness,
I thrive on your thirst,
You are my weakness,
Your weakness - my lust.
The itch is never satisfied
Diminishing my resistance,
Light and Darknesss are both intertwined
Along with my settling complacence
In my mind, your thoughts sedimenting,
This immorality, unnerving,
This want- never ending,
Your thirst, disturbing,
So Dark, So tempting,
Into my mind, you're seeping
Synthetic, Unreal
Ecstatic, Surreal
The real world begins to fade,
This moment painted with haze,
The thirst is temporarily quenched.
This moment is savoured,
Your scent now, belongs with me,
every inch of you unravelled,
This moment, my drug,
lasts a lifetime.
I lose myself in the frozen moment,
I belong to, The Frozen Moment.
