Our song

Spoken word* -

The curtains sway and the orchestra begins to play -
And there you are - the conducter -
Controlling the intensity each time you move your hands around my body with curiosity -
Giving me goosebumps all over my skin
But its deeper than that
Cz its like our souls are akin
Got me strumming myself at night thinking
'Damn I miss him'
That connection
But you said it yourself cant fuck with the system.
Each time you lay with me exchanging energies its like a mixture of wonderous melodies -
So in tune there was a whole symphony going on inside of me
I almost had an epiphany
Must be that oxytocin rising
When you and I are harmonizing
Bodies flowing to our own song and baby I just cant help but sing along..