Bittersweet Tango
You're playing that bittersweet symphony,
Building a wild inferno within my body.
Magnetic eyes igniting me like burning coal,
Leaving imprints on my torn, fragile soul.
While I breathlessly take you into my lungs,
I taste your rich honey on my wet tongue.
A passionate electricity runs through my veins,
Where desires and longing form a love chain.
A genius tango dances with my true dark side,
This high tide was meant to crash and collide.
In time, a whirlwind of feelings for you grew,
Tugging my weak heart strings towards you.
Buttery sweet words are wrapped in what ifs,
Carving clear images of us into petroglyphs.
Nothing can change or cause displacement,
There is no true antidote to this enslavement.
Scorch me, feed the feral fire to my very being,
Let my pleasure climb high to touch the ceiling.
Spreading our union's bright, hopeful wings,
You slowly consume me, becoming my everything.
Bathing in your enchanting, blissful, teal sea,
I accept this sweet poison flowing through me.
Wanting and aching for you, you are my need.
The touch of lustful seed; so bittersweet, indeed.
© Fanaa
Building a wild inferno within my body.
Magnetic eyes igniting me like burning coal,
Leaving imprints on my torn, fragile soul.
While I breathlessly take you into my lungs,
I taste your rich honey on my wet tongue.
A passionate electricity runs through my veins,
Where desires and longing form a love chain.
A genius tango dances with my true dark side,
This high tide was meant to crash and collide.
In time, a whirlwind of feelings for you grew,
Tugging my weak heart strings towards you.
Buttery sweet words are wrapped in what ifs,
Carving clear images of us into petroglyphs.
Nothing can change or cause displacement,
There is no true antidote to this enslavement.
Scorch me, feed the feral fire to my very being,
Let my pleasure climb high to touch the ceiling.
Spreading our union's bright, hopeful wings,
You slowly consume me, becoming my everything.
Bathing in your enchanting, blissful, teal sea,
I accept this sweet poison flowing through me.
Wanting and aching for you, you are my need.
The touch of lustful seed; so bittersweet, indeed.
© Fanaa