Your colour
Your texture
Your form
Everything attracts me
There could be no reprieve
There could be no solace
I would sit all day
With you in my head
Let you consume me
As I drink you
Savoring every jolt
Your taste brings to my senses.
If only that stirs me,
Otherwise I am just oblivious
To life and to others.
For them, I'm a drunkard,
For you, your most intimate lover.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 10:47 AM UTC
Your colour
Your texture
Your form
Everything attracts me
There could be no reprieve
There could be no solace
I would sit all day
With you in my head
Let you consume me
As I drink you
Savoring every jolt
Your taste brings to my senses.
If only that stirs me,
Otherwise I am just oblivious
To life and to others.
For them, I'm a drunkard,
For you, your most intimate lover.
