It is always the best
When you are pinned to a wall
Sometimes it is like a war
When you like shove your
Hands in the side
Locked into each other
A heart in an unusual beat
A body poured with cold water
No room for slipping
When the energies are freezing
This grip is like a hanger
All the tempos suspended
A chill sensation
Prepared for the warmth
Wild thoughts unlocked
Imaginations invite mysterious feeling
Draining all the waters
Trying to make you feel dehydrated
Satisfying an insatiable thirst
Cold bodies like in a furnace