Synchronised BreathingWe believe, this is something innocent, pull me in again, hold me. As we breathe, there is something in the air, pull me in again, hold me.
I should know this, never dreamt before this. Feel me now within. Drips from our skin, there's a moan, our air thins. We are afraid to scream. Synchronised breathing.
You've locked the door, and there are whispers that we try ignore. As we fall to the floor.
Cant find a way, of pleasing everyone I can't explain. But I do love the way she looks on me.