It was like a war between reality and a dream.
The touch the feel just wanting more.
Kinda well... A dangerous scheme.
It was a desire coming from the core.
The intensity of wanting more mixed with fiery passion inside.
Craving what's never felt before.
Something so foreign when two hearts collide.
His overwhelming love is always there never having to cry out for.
It was a mixture between love and lust.
Just a kiss lefty body shaking.
It was like it was just us.
The touch of his hand left me aching.
Cluttered thoughts- racing hearts,
It was time that was running out.
His finger tips were flaming darts,
His love for me was with out a doubt.
