Hot sticky summer nights
and dewy lips. Embrace me in
your sanguine kisses and
we can dance around
hurricanes screaming
at the night. The clouds will part
ways so we can witness
the universe as it breaks
apart in stars.
Oh, what a beautiful Armageddon.
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Monsters of Men
PoetryLOVE WAS NEVER MEANT FOR MONSTERS © 2017 opheliacs [43 - poe]