Looking up,
I get lost in your eyes.
Filled with dark mysteries that I have yet to uncover.
I feel like I'm drowning in purple haze,
As you plant those soft lips on mine.
Your breath feels warm on my skin,
As you nuzzle my neck.
I am overcome with zealously,
When you say you love my imperfections.
Hold me close and hold me tightly,
And never ever let me go,
For you are my purple haze.
YOU ARE READING
Epigrams
PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
