intoxicating.
the way your lips traveled
unto to moist slopes of mine.
bewitching.
the way your eyes, glimmered
with passion and with fire.
tempting.
the way your fingers traced every curves and the sensitive places inside.
i could tell you tales of the infinity we had
contained in the few stolen hours
we played with fire and ice
and each of those moments
i've been dying to relive
any time of the day, any time of the night.
