To be found.

Echo & The Bunnymen: Lips Like Sugar remastered

She might twist her hair.  The trusses falling down.  Its gentle caress upon her shoulders as the trace merely fell across her eye.  Making sure she could be seen, she could see, but holding something back.

She knew what she wanted, but first she had to enjoy the game.  The slow reveal.  The quicker hide.  She knew the game: it was what she lived by.  The beckon with a quick smile.  The flash of white that escaped from between her lips.  Lips full, deadly in their drawing beauty.  However, he was different, perhaps the mischievous flash in his eyes.  Maybe it was their piercing clarity.  His words that captured, enraptured.  That caused her to want to remain.  To step closer than she knew was safe.
He longed to draw her into the undertow.  The gentle pull forever drawing the two far from the safety of the shore.  Where they could drown in the passion, one to the other.  Collapse and fall into the burning heat.  The longing to consume, and to be consumed.

His moves, so focused, so directed, did he need to tell her?  The fullness of her body.  The press of her soft.  In passions play his gentle tickling trace along the soft under, to reach the fullness of the front.  His drawing pull with the glancing guide electric  across the darker skin that rose to meet the shock caused by his touch electric.  Or should he tell her that his pulls across her ripe full hips pulling them, pulling her, so close to him.  His hands voracious drew her into him so that he could die, to live eternally.  All the while, the shock of her kisses electric burned his passions only higher.

To be lost in the undertow.

To be lost in you.

To be found.