when you feel intense
and you need yourself
to make me come when you want me to

make my mind explode
imagine the loads
off my shoulders' burdens you move

when you've the luxury
of time for debauchery
you're feeling I should be in your mood

let's have some dinner
with courses of cinders
and let our tensions rise with food

your mind in this turning
rhymes with my yearning
you open the doors to how you felt

you rise to the feeling
between us you're kneeling
you can't keep your hands to yourself

your lips have grown soft
there's no putting off
this feeling of filling your plate

lick teasing fingers
spell magic lingers
you steal me you can't even wait

our words float helpless
our forms grow shapeless
every direction flies by chance

these shared emotions
you feel commotion
soak every song with our dance

you grab me and take it's
your chance now to shake it
you won't wait a moment before

I feel your lightning begs
you can't move your legs
I taste your soul aching for more

inside your paradox:
soft and tightened locks
eyes closed bright I feel your time

the hard climb back home
(says) you don't come alone
these inches we move and you behind

you hold my wick of time
I unfold your wick of time

your skin bears my wick of time
my skin wears your wick of time

you don't race my wick of time
I can taste your wick of time

you tease my wick of time
I can feed your wick of time

10/10/25