“Touch me slow let me feel you for
We might be of the same tribe that’s
Our demons delight.
Drain me let’s see how much of you is
This darkness, that is a poison from
Like an ivy climbing to strangle my
My monsters come out to play, my
Emotions the Field.
Up they soar,so low they dive ,in
the layaway I’m stranded.
Lower your voice,peace is our best
Barred to you,I can feel the pull from
Tell me you love me
Fingers crossed the feeling won’t
And with some tough love,the
Creeping doubt we shall slay.
Hold me tight
Our love could be our saving grace”.
Two lovers whispered while in an