Two sides
Delicate movements with a hidden message behind,
each touch tells a different story.
A nightmare that can also be turned in to a unimaginable dream.
As I am caressing a face that I had place my tender lips,
getting in touch with spiky facial hair, becoming delighted
sensing you're pain.
Wanting to be inside that troubled mind,
I would make you be inside of me,
and making you undestand my demented self.