Ny våg

Gary Numan - Cars Remix

Possessor of a secret knowledge
She
Taught me
In frozen moments burning
As her head turned
Toward some horizon
Or toward some thought
Within

The Laugh

The cry

Matched
By his move
Along the thigh
Slow
Close
Heat
Rising
Eyes turn
Back
Eyes reveal
Primal press
Forward
Faster
Ever
Fast the
Ever

The laugh

The cry

Turning back

A bite on the bottom lip matches the
Arching towards her

Desperation
To feel
Something real

Desperate to be touched
To Live
If only for a moment

When she
And he
Could
Break through

Turning

Turning back

Matched only with the press
The burn

To turn
her face

Towards

Meanwhile
The press
Ever
Higher
Greeting by
Her half-opened eyed press
into

You.

The touch
The feel
Draw
Life
Into
Enveloping heat
To match the beat
Of life
Primal