halokixthislove

Lets spin around and hit the ground. Fall and wonder how we got to this place at first.
Was it the glance, the brace?
Locked up in own satisfaction, in infatuation, lost in movements.
How do I lose myself so fast.
There's something about your touch, it awakes me. Send me to peridise.
You are the allotment.
I belong to you, and you, you belong to you.
Somehow I feel sweet.
The sensation of your body is divine against me.