It's 2AM
It's pitch black outside, pitch black inside,
And I can't see you.
But your fingers are busy drawling desire onto my skin,
And your lips whispering want onto mine.
My body comes to life with your every move,
And somehow my hands can't seem to get enough of you.
It's 2AM
It's pitch black outside, pitch black inside,
And yet now all I can see
is you.
YOU ARE READING
New Romantics: A Beginning
RandomJust figuring out how I feel about love and sensuality.
