Page 2 (1/2)

His hands grip ht the rare jewel in the er thansne with a hint of sweat Absolutely divine

Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen…

Our hips collide, and I’ into my back I like a man with control

I gyrate against hily, a s until I’ain And somewhere between the end of Calabria and the

Still, I don’t look him in the face

His touch stays strong and confident, but never crossing a line or roa to inappropriate territories Soft lips travel across my neck and shoulders, but he never sinks his teeth into the apple He never loses control

Oh, hoant him to

It leaves s grows stronger with each song that passes us by

I’m lost in him So lost

I want him I want him wrapped around me as he loses himself inside me I want to be wrapped around hiht creeps through my s Only then will I show his lost soul how to leave

I ache for all of this without even seeing his face His body chemistry tells uid

And he aches for me too

I’ nearly pulls me from the universe our bodies created My eyes snap open and A to ask, the hands leavecold

I don’t want to leave My friend needsback It hurts, but I don’t want a face attached to that fantasy I’d rather he reo and in every face that passes me by

ANGELS ARE FLOATING AROUND ht—a painful blinding light that’s setting off a plethora of fireworks inside ht now