Instincts

In the middle of the middle of the nightbeat
Turn off the plastic lightbeam
Put your tongue on the nape of my neck
and let it run all the way down to the small of my back
And then whatever happens, happens
just like it should if it could
Touch my scars by tasting them
Heal my wounds by kissing them
In the middle of the middle of the nightbeat
Turn off the neon lightbeam
Run your fingers through the hair on my head
and pull it back til my chin is on your lips
And then whatever happens, happens
just like it should if it could
Touch my fantasies by being them
Heal my frailties by not leaving holes
Til the sun comes; Til the sun rises
Til we both can’t stand it anymore
In the middle of the middle of some nightstream
Where whatever happens as the night brings
Happens as it might be
Between you and me…
Make it good…………………………….