Infinite Sky



The palms are getting wet.

Your forehead is covered in sweat.

Baby, please hold me tight.

It's just you and me, in the middle of the night.

My eyes are rolling back.

I totally lost track.

Of what day it is, if I look pretty or messy.

What I know is that I don't want you to stop, or feel sorry.

I am admiring all your glory.

I can see the stains on the floor, there are a few spots.

This is our slot. Your breath smells of Smirnoff.

A drop of sweat falls from your cheek.

All this grinding is making me weak.

I can taste it on my lips, it's salty and I like it.

You are looking right through me, I can feel it.

Feel it. Feel it. Get it. Drown in it.

The room smells of love and tobacco.

I looked at you, you are staring at me.

"What do you see when you look at me?"

"Everything that I wanted to be"

I know this cannot last forever.

You are giving me a fever.

We are getting high in our slow Mambo.

Our breathing is accelerating, can you hear the rumble?

Slow down, slow down and make me savour it.

The sky's our roof and it's infinite.

I thought it was just a blip, but now we are intimate.

We don't need anything else.

You are both shining like pearls.

We left the world outside that door.

I don't care if we are rich or poor.

Our love is what counts.

My finger is caressing your skin, all inches.

Take my hand we are almost there.

I don't care to be your friend.

This feeling it's getting violent.

Look up, up across the clouds.

You are taking me there.

There, where the sun shines brightly.

Keep going and hold me tightly.

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