HF and tears in the bed

Sometimes... a word surrounding my head.
Sometimes... a word spreaded in your mouth
Feeling of possession when I'm nothing in you
when my head is hanging around
and I don't know what to do
Your touch, your lips,
your angelical mouth
your blurred eyes
made my soul complete
Never fade away
no so far away
Feeling a strange gap of emptyness
never to come with me
feeling bellyaches and heads
and there are no strips for me
Smell me when you fuck me
scream if you want to know
what is actually in your heart
that sunlight cannot leave to live outside