It is of a riptide
Of how you consume of my mind
It is of an earthquake
Of how you make of me quiver
I must possess of enough
Of your love
Wrap around of me
You are the one
If I relinquish of
If I allow of you of control of
Me
May I trust of you
Of when we dive in
Of the abyss
I will taste it
You are pure bliss
Of Chances
Of one of which I will execute of
Of which is of how I
Will see your face
You are
My escape
You are
My favorite place