words by dominic riccitello

sensations caress
the tips of our tongues
bodies become
i sway your hips
biting your lips
kissing your being
taking you there
transcending ourselves
with the touch of a dream
i held you there
took you near
held on with fear
for that if i lost
i could never find
if god exists
if satan cries
i said i love you
you questioned it