I’m craving bonfires,
inhaling the lingering musky scents
that characterize such memories
and urge our existence to continue
I’m craving bonfires,
letting them ****** me in their dance
with a mirror reflection in my eyes
and strings tugging on my heart
I’m craving bonfires,
saving us from the ebbing edges of darkness
tickling our necks and raking our backs
until we turn to it in anger to gaze at its beauty
even in the chill,
even through the thrill,
even though looks can ****
I’m craving bonfires.
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 12:07 PM UTC
I’m craving bonfires,
inhaling the lingering musky scents
that characterize such memories
and urge our existence to continue
I’m craving bonfires,
letting them ****** me in their dance
with a mirror reflection in my eyes
and strings tugging on my heart
I’m craving bonfires,
saving us from the ebbing edges of darkness
tickling our necks and raking our backs
until we turn to it in anger to gaze at its beauty
even in the chill,
even through the thrill,
even though looks can ****
I’m craving bonfires.
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