Do I taste of fresh-brewed sweetness
Or of shattered remnants long longed for?
Beneath the cloth that cloaks my hairs
Can you smell the lust-laced jubilance?
In the budding curvatures of my hips doth lie
Your candy-colored promises.
Do my sickly-sweetly-caramelized
Whispers haunt your ears at night
Whilst I pant not far above you?
Your tastes buds scratch my jawline
And deeply settle amongst my heartstrings,
Pulling, stretching, strengthening;
All the better to break them, Lovely.
Do my stares of loving compare to aquatic depths,
Their currents overflowing?
Or do my inky irises hint at sultry
Twirlings of her hair?
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 8:02 PM UTC
Do I taste of fresh-brewed sweetness
Or of shattered remnants long longed for?
Beneath the cloth that cloaks my hairs
Can you smell the lust-laced jubilance?
In the budding curvatures of my hips doth lie
Your candy-colored promises.
Do my sickly-sweetly-caramelized
Whispers haunt your ears at night
Whilst I pant not far above you?
Your tastes buds scratch my jawline
And deeply settle amongst my heartstrings,
Pulling, stretching, strengthening;
All the better to break them, Lovely.
Do my stares of loving compare to aquatic depths,
Their currents overflowing?
Or do my inky irises hint at sultry
Twirlings of her hair?
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