Can it be real?
This warmth he allows me to feel.
The sweet smell of my reason
To greet the sun with bright eyes and an open heart.
Weightless, his cool lips meet mine and never part.
A breath of fresh flight to my nerves
A touch of warm sensation hands closing in on mine.

Can it be real?
This warmth he allows me to feel?
When can a shade of green jump start your breathing?
How often does a hug become an excuse
An excuse to inhale happiness in your lungs?
And exhale the negativity of life without him.
Is there life without him?
My need, my obsession
More than lust, love that never lesson..
A reason never needed
Brand new love, carefully breeded
Can it be real?
This warmth he allows me to feel?