I lie in wait for something grand,
afeeling greater than this sensation,
pulsing through my veins.
My body trembles at your fingers touch.
Flesh to flesh, becoming one.
Your whispers feed my soul,
yet do not fill my hunger for something more.
A special moment to close my eyes.
The light shines through,
waking me from a nightmare.
Cold and broken.
I lie in wait for something grandPlease revise this line
Butterfinger wrote:
I lie in wait for something grand
A feeling greater than this sensation
Pulsing through my veins
My body trembles at your fingers touch
Flesh to flesh, becoming one.
Your whispers feed my soul
Yet do not fill my hunger for something more -----I think this is too much for one line, maybe-fill my hunger with something more?A special moment to close my eyes.
The light shines through
Waking me to a nightmare
Cold and broken.