Iva Hotko - Touch I've got a little black book (@Occams_Beard)

Touch

Iva Hotko



You feel me

Not in the light of day

Or in the summers rain

But in the depths of your being

Where you hide all

That is not to be seen

I tickle you mind

I scratch on your heart

I'm retracing your steps

Lost in time

From the shadows of you soul

I speak to you

From the deepest of your desire

I comfort you

From this dance of passion and despair

We lustfully take all that we can

You hide from the truth

Which you laid so bare for me to see

And yet you are begging me

to set you free.