I want to watch you strip under my breath like dandelions,
to listen to your butterfly heart drumming into my ears,
to inhale you into my nostrils like dancing perfumes,
to melt you on my tongue like mellow chocolate,
and to stroke you until you blossom like flowers.
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wandering dandelions #wattys2018
PoetryA collection of poems about depression, love, and sometimes random things. Please help this lonely af individual feel less alone on this bleak planet called Earth. I'm literally melting off my couch from boredom. The cover was conjured by the magica...
