''Im here, shes gone, all that remains of us...are these candles''
The sheets stained with our sweat and sex,
flashbacks of lip biting,
scratching my back,
screaming all that,
lost in the lust,
love kiss and touch,
me,
her,
us.
The air filled with a burning,
vanilla, strawberry and kiwi aroma
(our candles)
chased by our unique sex scent,
our performance accompanied,
by the finest effects,
as the moonlight highlights her black silhouette.
Donell Jones, Marvin Gaye, Luther V, and Babyface,
provide the commentary to our performance,
...and the beat drops....
....now were lost in indulgence,
feasting on each other as were switching positions,
outside of these walls we know no existence,
our breathing grows heavy,
but our desire is persistent,
thrusting feels good,
but now im the boat in her ocean,
controlled by her waves,
i am lost in the motion
her mouth opens but she struggles to speak,
then she bites on the pillow as she reaches her peak
she shivers and moans,
then collapses,
time passes . .
I lay down with her,
face to face,
I kiss her, stare into her eyes,
there aint nothing clearer.
Through our love making we have become one,
So when im alone and heart broken,
I remember she has the other piece,
as a remembrance token.
