It scares me
Of what she does to me
Every time.
I smell her beautiful essence
It leaves a lingering presence
Her every inkling left an undying mark
It send chills through me
It made it unbearable to even be in her presence
For otherwise, I would devoured
By her everything
YOU ARE READING
A Lil' bit of This and That
PoetryThis is my little corner of poetry. Nobody knows me here, let's keep it that way.
