Let me curl up in the curve of your throat In the warmth of your chest In the cusp of your legs. Let me insist on the taste of your mouth On the cold of your fingers On the strength of your back. Let me persuade you to come inside To feel every part of me To take what you can.
scene: the back of a car, no light, no sound Occupants: Me: Cold, scared and shaking Him: I couldn't begin to understand. Two hours... Waiting owns the longest hours Our hearts don't beat as one Our hands don't touch Our mouths don't form words We are terrified.