your hands on my skin and i am searching, i am lost, lost, lost. your breath is a command and i am following you down, closer to heat, closer to grace. this is one path i know i can find without signs, reading only the direction of your hips. i press my lips to your skin, i would leave a trail of my own, know that i was here, remember my taste. you are the king of my mouth and i am loyal, loyal, loyal.