I crave the warmth of whispering night,
The bloom of your fingers blurring my sight.
Your touch sparks fire against my skin,
Yet it feels so fierce, so thin.

Lips trail down marks of tangled despair,
Your breath, your gaze, lost in a haze.
Our pupils meet, a slow spark,
A silent promise deep in the dark.

Love me hard, set me ablaze,
Lose ourselves in passion’s craze.
Hands on waist, a wicked sin,
Pulling me deeper, drawing me in.

I yearn for days not spent apart,
For love unhidden, bold and stark.
Bodies collide, souls entwined,
A hunger only we can bind

Peace of grave reminds me of ur embrace
Subtle, calm-the last piece i wanna hold on
Trade of time does teared us apart
In the counting of my last breathe, lets be the merchant of grief
Echoes of cries those night heard, bleed them here
Cutting them into my skin, sinking in my close eye’s stare
Those moments linger longer than before just let me yearn for you
In the last seven minute of my soul
Sing serenade as Requiem my dear
The memories will wilt after melancholy tear…