The end of times

And we dance slow with you guiding the step and my body following the rhythm of your heart, we are lost, intoxicated, exhausted and we do not stop, because this is the moment where we release ourselves and you throw your head back, giving a distance of three steps, I lose myself in the way that the letters move you and they handle you, you move fluid, with closed eyes and loose body, you are magic trapped with reincarnated desire, there is a secret in your steps and I follow you in jumps and screams of wrong words.

It's night, the world sleeps, enemies plan revenge and friends leave, but we deny as the best with your hands in my hands and a bottle in between, the voices are spent and we even demand more from the throat, is one hour, in ten minutes, it's the end of time on a summer night.

You without a shirt and me without a shirt, you in broken jeans and I in shorts and we are destined to the clash of broken hearts, but it is the now and the past we will have it tomorrow, now your head is on my neck and my hands are on your hips, the music does not stop, you sigh my name before kissing me because the sun almost rises and the CD is almost over, this is the end of a start, and you kiss me when you leave me. 

T.M.