Dirty little thing called feeling..

Every single piece of your memory.
Every single day of your life.
The night is opening
And we are in my bed.
I'm flying... high...
And you wear me, for a single moment.
I am you and you're in me.
Guide by one feeling only.
The scars run deep inside this hot bodies.
They're SCREAMING.
Oh, they are.
Everything around is blind.
Everything but us.
Everything but love.
Ordinary words loughing at our dirty destination.
And we, making fun of our own situation.
But, anyway, we need each other.
Sometimes only for a minute.
Sometimes, only just for a second...
But always wanting.

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