Quicksand

Heart races
mouth is dry
my mind escapes
to a sweet lie

his hand on my skin
is pure illusion
that makes my head spin
and dive into confusion

your breath on my neck
and whispered words
are but a tiny speck
of sighs being answered...

Inside me a fire burns
and purges hunger
And the longest yearns
exist no longer...

I spread my legs to the sun
and it fills me with sighs
that have yet to be broken
by the look in his eyes...

And here I lay
warm and content
with nothing to say
and with no repent.

I close my eyes
the sun on my face
hides all the lies
that I have misplaced...

I fall back to reality
with trembling hands
for the world to see me
drowning in quicksand...