T.W.

It is not

love, or

fate, or 

anything between.

Names revealed

while life

crashed.

Your touch:

breath under water.

what could it be?

Suppose it just

is.

Can this be our way?

To just be?

Complications

left behind.

Minds opening,

lips parting, 

make me

wet.

Drive too fast,

too far, 

no destination.

I'll be right by you.

Can this be our way?

Pleasure and stimulation;

Body and soul. 

Take everything.

I am

a wild one, 

too tired to hide.

You just cannot

keep 

me.

Can this be our way?