Summer songs trespass from her lips
and the words glow inside me
as we yearn and search for friction
but we were looking for miracles,
something that can pulse beyond skin.

And ecstasy will still burst,
will roar between us,
frames shuddering in the night.

Summer songs trespass from her lips
and I breach her hungry depths
as we are melted from the friction
but the monsters in us longed for more,
to breathe beyond skin and fiction.

To forever glow inside me.