making love

before it all fades away

perhaps we could go another round

be it passionate, rough

violating

soft and teasing

long as it's the language you speak, I would take it


your thirst, your crave

and your charm



your little foreign nudges

that fire that sips through a bottomless pit


the little things I remember about you is how we land an agreement on something

your pursue on the littlest joy to be satisfied

that look when you claim that you know yourself



and that look when you said goodbye

I could have told you more

but please allow me to reach you through your dreams

something for us to put up for now



and this wait shall be a sweet physical thing

we were already making love, without you realising

as I bit your lips, tender

and kiss your eyes




they were all sign, sealed, delivered




until I see you again