white

when I'm with you, the world is white,

there is no colour, no sound, only the feel of skin

moving as one, your fingers exploring

the edges of my hairline, the contours of my breasts

there is no colour, no sound, only the feel of skin

we exist in a world of cotton sheets and white washed walls

the edges of my hairline, the contours of my breasts

here everything is bright and smooth

we exist in a world of cotton sheets and white washed walls

pause to listen to the sound of your heart beating,

here, everything is bright and smooth

our bodies echo in the stillness

pause to listen to the sound of your heart beating,

with the weight of you around me, fill the room

our bodies echo in the stillness

there is no gossip, no alarm clocks, no stop signs

with the weight of you around me, fill the room

there is no colour, no sound, only the feel of skin

there is no gossip, no alarm clocks, no stop signs

when I'm with you, the world is white