the one who always muses me.

i bite my lip
his face on my mind
my insides compress
smothered
by his life
his story
a burden to himself
he fails to lift
i bite my lip
i bite my lip
wanting to lift
the tension
wanting to free
the longing
to free myself

his chains
wrap my heart
in worry
his freedoms
worry my restraints
yet excite
my inhibitions
i bite my lip
i bite my lip
i let it slide
i meet him halfway
inside i am free
wild
alive
and shackled
subdued
to his pains
to my own

once again
i pull away
with a bit lip
my tounge touches
the red reminder
inside my mouth
that begs me
to return to him
i press my tounge
against my lip
to compress the blood
stop the bleeding
yet i still taste it
even after
it is gone