Lost

When kissing hard, the lips do bruise,
As waves of ecstasy wash over me in twos.
Street lights streaming in through a filtering of blues.
I’m getting lost in the feeling of you.

I’m losing track of time and space.
Trying to remember how I got to this place.
But all thoughts become frivolous,
Lost in your touch of my face,
I’m getting lost in the feeling of you.

Goosebumps in ample supply crawling down my skin.
I’m trying to be good, but I’m only thinking sin.
I’m losing in this game; I thought that I would win.
I’m getting lost in the feeling of you.