Your body feels what your soul will remember when you open your mind to receive a poet’s fucking
The way you and I dance over bottles of wine plants the thought of forever in my mind.
We escape into pocket of time created for only you and I, what we do will remain in our memories and replayed only when we’re back in those pockets of time.
Spinning my web and being trapped by your Venus, taste the music on your skin wrapped me in the minora of your flora.
In the blind chase of something else I allowed life to strip you from my fingers, and now I’m just mad at myself I guess. This is my hell…
We’re oil and fire. Whenever we come together something always ends up burning. But here I am again at the door of my Favorite Poison.
Just imagine if we got along as well as our demons. How the mornings would begin and where the nights would end.
You pull me in and I get trapped in that moment. Because of those moments, your artful seduction is so hard to get away from.
I grow tired ofFilling the spaces whereYou’re supposed to be.When they leaveWhat creeps backNext to me areWhat if and If only.And neither is much company. What If you fell on meLike drops of summer rain,Cool and calming.If I caressed your skinLike the warmth of the sunOver the chill of the morning. Moving from one to […]