In Thrall

Laughter
 The crowd thins to two
 As we enter a taxi
 That begins to drive
 That careful fear
 That welcome touch
 Brings desire to lips
 Brings us closer to Earth than this
 The thought
 My thoughts turn to you
 The touch
 You surface through
 Of the dreams and desires
 I've come to fear
 She is the guiding hand
 She is always close
 To the core of me
 I am half awake
 And I feed my addiction
 With every dose of her
 Sun through the window
 Speeding by intersection
 Of life and light
 And the city bend
 To an intimate
 And forgetful blend
 That won't resolve
 That can not end
 That will not fall (we walk, we crawl)
 We are held in thrall
 Of the dreams and desires
 I've come to fear
 She is the guiding hand
 She is always close
 To the core of me
 I am half awake
 And I feed my addiction