You smell like burnt clementines
and flow like strawberry wine
Pick at my icy veins with your icepick heart
your hands filled with light, and my veins spilling dark
Lay with me in a white lace bed
close your eyes and rest your head
Let me smell your burnt clementine skin
and wash my hands in your strawberry wine again
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 4:30 AM UTC
You smell like burnt clementines
and flow like strawberry wine
Pick at my icy veins with your icepick heart
your hands filled with light, and my veins spilling dark
Lay with me in a white lace bed
close your eyes and rest your head
Let me smell your burnt clementine skin
and wash my hands in your strawberry wine again
© Erin Mason 2013
