half asleep, body sinking into the sheets, phantom need fills the dark room
visions of my lips close to your ear, singing along softly as you fill the hollow that consumes me
i am the tide, your lunar pull controls me, your celestial body filling me with desire
if i told you to write your words across my chest with your razor tongue, would you?
i can dream it, make it my own for a few moments at least, the aching you make all too real