Down to the white box, and click the stop button.
Give me release
witness me
I am outside
give me peace
Heaven holds a sense of wonder
and I wanted to believe
that I'd get caught up
when the rage in me subsides
In this white wave
I am sinking
in this silence
in this white wave
in this silence
I believe
Passion chokes the flower
'til she cries no more
possessing all the beauty
hungry still for more
Heaven holds a sense of wonder...
I can't help this longing
comfort me
I can't hold it all in
if you won't let me
Heaven holds a sense of wonder...
In this white wave
I am sinking
in this silence
in this white wave
in this silence
I believe
I have seen you
in this white wave
you are silent
you are breathing
in this white wave
I am free
*Surrender*
Your presence shakes me;
To very core of my being.
Your touch sends an overwhelming energy
over every inch of my soft pale flesh.
Your breath warm, soft and flowing over me;
Liquid fury devouring me whole.
Your every touch...
Strong with your past
- the pain, the adoration, the experience.
Touch me softly, even briefly...
even if just once.
I hunger for you. Yearn for You.
Craving all of you.
Needing. Wishing. Wanting.
Insatiable Ache -- deep inside my heart,
my mind, inside of me.
I want to be chained, helpless and with no control.
You are the only person that I ever surrender it to.
How is it that I trust you...
Absolutely, with no affliction, it just simply exists?
I wonder, can you taste it?
That need. That hunger.
The insatiable desperation of my need?
Listen to my every breath;
does it infiltrate deep inside and caress your mind?
My submission. Your domination.
The surrender. The vanquish.
Push me to that place. The place of absolution.
Assail me with softness, enmity, and amorousness.
I need you to be strong, as I grow exhausted.
Brilliant as I grow pale.
Rapturous as I slowly... starve.
Hungry for this ache to be sated,
that ache only you can quench.
One... solitary... need.
Take me... push deep inside of me.
Gasping, whimpering...
the crimson smear across my lips.
Don't withdraw until I'm pliant
against your body soft as liquid silk.
When the only sounds escaping my lips,
those hushed and silent whimpers
in indolent and delicate sighs.
Remind me of whom I belong to.
Who is in control.
Who feeds the hunger that drives me.
Not stopping for a second while
in the tangle of our lustful passion...
until I'm left...
Sated with the soft sound of my name,
whispered from your lips.