For you, a flower in my mouth
With colours I've never experienced before
Its scent intoxicates me like the smell of your hair
It's girth makes it hard for me to speak
A softness to it's petals, and a edge to it's thorns
Which pierce my lips shut,
So my mouth may never show you the beauty you create within me
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 1:37 PM UTC
For you, a flower in my mouth
With colours I've never experienced before
Its scent intoxicates me like the smell of your hair
It's girth makes it hard for me to speak
A softness to it's petals, and a edge to it's thorns
Which pierce my lips shut,
So my mouth may never show you the beauty you create within me