Take me to a rooftop
I wanna dance on the edge with you
I’m not scared I could slip
I’m not scared,
I could let go of your hand.
I’m just a shadow
So don’t be afraid
If you can’t catch it
Standing with you
I’m killing time
What a power
What a crime
Trace the line
with my lips
Turning real
all my trips.
Burning city,
burning nights
Flashing lights
Bodies glowing in the dark
Fingertips leaving marks
Wild kisses leaving scars
While we aim for the stars
Hoping we gon reach the moon
Whispers blow and people bloom.
written by Disa Faaz
Disa Faaz is an erotica writer, emotional and vulnerable. Her writing is an expression of the intensity that she lives in her day to day life. She is no good with spoken words, though she is very good with words when she is writing. She is even better when words caress her, not when they leave her. Thousands of pages in her diaries, hundreds of poems, and several short stories later, her writing exudes erotism and emotion. "She creates genuine dramas, genuine chaos and whirlpools of feelings." - Anaïs Nin