Until the Song Ends

Kiss me until the song ends
Breathe me in deep and breathe me out weak.
Pleasure over matter
Like what's the matter with my soul that I can't let go of his abuse and embrace your truth
Like does it matter that I haven't given myself like this to anyone but him in longer than I'd care to admit
I pull back and catch up with my senses for a bit
I find myself living by rules I never set, all to avoid regret, thus ensuring my regret.
If I never try, I'll never have, and if I don't get on this plane I'll never fly
You're a different kind of pilot than I'm used to.
I've seen purple clouds before, but the ones you show me resemble the white puffy comfort usually used to depict angels lounging.
I inhale the hookah and try to remember what it was like to get high with him
Before the pain, but after the sin
But I can't remember the way he used to hold me in the dark
I can't find him anywhere in my heart
Still I stand frozen on this line between the zones
Calling you my friend, but you're the reason I never feel alone
Scared to take a leap, but didn't you hold my hand and help me to my feet?
Didn't you make me laugh before I remembered how to smile?
Didn't you wait for me while I went through those tribulations and trials?
*sigh*
When do I say yes?
When do your lips find their way to just below my hips?
When do I let you inside, when I'm both hot AND bothered?
Without blocking my heart; giving you both instead of one or the other
I vaguely hear the bridge as your lips graze the most sensitive part of everywhere...
When did I turn my back to you, and how did you know to kiss me there?
The chorus swells again in the background and I feel my eyes close then roll back
I feel the grip I had on my tumultuous past begin to relax
So kiss me slow until the song ends
And maybe this time when I feel the knock, I'll let you in...