breath and electricity

I’ve always wondered if people can share the same fantasies. Sensational residue from the ink left running down my arm as your hand runs up my back.

A moment.

Active breath and electricity. I’m open and afraid. I would say you take my breath away, but that’s just a cliche. Because quite frankly, I gave my heart over to you. To give you a closer view of the rhythm it creates when you’re around. A small drop covered by the depth of my emotions. I’m floating. So let me take this time, and give you this small token. You’re in my fantasy, baby can’t you see it. I’m in yours too, you don’t wanna believe it/ I’m not here to convince you otherwise. I’ll be here until you realize.