Retreat

Gazing Heavy Breathing Lip Biting Back Arching Damn I could say I never felt this way before The anxiety of you I mean me Shit, F*ck it We fucking mentally With chemistry guiding our words Navigated to where rules do not apply Where there are no if ands or buts Just you and an I Sights for seconds stolen from a distance Laughter giggled quietly amongst the crowed A language not spoken Not worthy of tongue A mental climax we have reached New heights with emotions hidden belly deep Locked were their eyes from first meet Vibes selected and only seconds invested Spirits intrigued by simple possibilities But as extremities extremities experience temporary disability Unable to move Stuck to contemplate to falling a fool And so from a distance it continues Gazing Heaving breathing Lip bitting Back arching Damn Is all that escapes As love has her way with our verbal climax and mental four play