You sing a song of promises across a plain of satin sheet. Gusts of luring ideas melted into hidden suggestions come splashing against my face. There is no sudden awakening, your sweet lips have always given birth to both charm and harm. But how I love them still.
They say a kiss can tell a tale, but the simple sight of you creates fantasies within me. I yearn for an ending without a page, but midnight lies give me hope that there is yet to come. Your fingers tease a sweet sensation, as they stroll along my spine.
Only a hug though, as innocent a touch as touching can be.
Midnight Lies to cover the lies of the day.
What a game we play.