You were sleeping
Your dark skin was feverish
I took your sweat upon my tongue
Kissing your body to cool it
Burning my lips
I fell in love with the pain
You were sleeping
Your dark skin was feverish
I took your sweat upon my tongue
Kissing your body to cool it
Burning my lips
I fell in love with the pain
Good pain I suppose…
No pain is good. It’s just our perception of it that changes.