Buddy Breathing

Breeze swirling, tickling our bodies,
Moans lost to the night and the stars,
Sanity loose, mouths pressed tight
like I have no air to breathe
but the oxygen supplied by your lungs.
An additive smile-
it makes me burn like the witch I am.
Watch as I give away my consent,
eager to satisfy your needs,
if only it wouldn’t make me crumble