Terminal B (Post)

Traces along your frame
How impeccable is it
That your vessel flows through mine so well
I could let you go on endlessly
Flowing in & out

When lotus touches the lines tattooed on your body
I yearn for more
Grasping your very thighs that hold me in place
I can tell you want this just as much as I do

This kind of love never fades
This kind of love is nurtured from heartache & pain
But this kind of love lasts
Ever so long
Isn't that right?