A Slave

Your lips caressing mine
You body arching from time to time
You hair matted and frayed
Your fingers know the way

My soul is one with yours
My window to your soul
My fingers running through your hair
My lungs gasp in the thick, hot air

You can only murmur those sounds
As I caress you down
Your voice is shaky
As my hands are shaking

Your lips quiver like a cold winter night
You know how to make it feel just right
I touch your lips softly to calm them down
As I do, we hear a familiar sound

Our song, plays on the radio like before
We lay there giggling on the floor
No sweeter thing in life has been found
listening to this amazing sound

Your heart flutters through you to me
I can even hear it beating
Suddenly we are caressing each other again
Nothing like a midnights sin.