There is a tide inside me that only knows how to overflow when I take shelter in your arms; it is the absolute certainty that only you hold the key to my trembling.
I do not conceive another sunrise that does not arise in the depth of your eyes, nor another sunset that does not echo your voice when you whisper to me, almost like a plea: "Come."
There's so much in you that I disarm. When you touch me, the blood begins to boil before contact, and in a blink of an eye, resurfaces from my insides what I thought was dead. A burning inferno awakens that does not consume, but feeds this greedy desire that dwells in me.
Why would this fire have to be shut down? Why hold me back when the air gets thick with your proximity? I find no reason not to shout to the four winds that, on this map of skin and sanity, you are the one who dictates the course.
Dear love, i recognize myself in you. And if I ever tried to fly away from your side, I would have to ask permission first to all this that lives inside me.
Moon Moon
There's so much in you that I disarm. When you touch me, the blood begins to boil before contact, and in a blink of an eye, resurfaces from my insides what I thought was dead. A burning inferno awakens that does not consume, but feeds this greedy desire that dwells in me.
Why would this fire have to be shut down? Why hold me back when the air gets thick with your proximity? I find no reason not to shout to the four winds that, on this map of skin and sanity, you are the one who dictates the course.
Dear love, i recognize myself in you. And if I ever tried to fly away from your side, I would have to ask permission first to all this that lives inside me.
Moon Moon
