Blow Up

She’s like the wind

And, yeah, you’re like the sun

Oh I love how cliché these moments have become

Shine on

Bright on

“turn the light on,” you say

You can’t see in the dark and you can’t stand not seeing me

Feel me out, feel me up

Love me tender, love me rough

Make me shiver

Make me shake

Make me moan, give me quakes

Arching my back

Fingers in my hair

Lips on my collarbone

Tongue everywhere

Open your eyes, this isn’t a dream

Let me see those beautiful greens