YOUR RUSTIC LIPS AND AUBURN HAIR CALL ME IN.
VOICES TEMPT ME TO YOUR TOUCH. LURED IN BY YOUR SOFT WORDS.
I FEEL SENSE OF SAFETY WHEN YOU'RE NEAR. YOUR PRESENCE KNOWN THROUGHOUT THE ROOM.
MY COLD STARE AT THE STONE FLOOR AND YOUR WARM HANDS LIFTING MY SOFT, ROUND CHIN.
CRIMSON CHEEKS FROM THE BOTH OF US INDICATE THAT WE WERE MEANT TO BE.
“THE WORLD IS OURS, MY LOVE.”
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PoetryI LIE IN DUST AND ASHES, my corpse withers next to you, my love ©2017 WREN #663, #503, #582, #475, #300, #294,#251, #210, #189, #158, #146, #234, #341, #405
