Sunset,
Reading poetry in a language unfamiliar
Your mind focused on the pages before you
Only returning to reality to inhale fumes from the lit Cigarette you hold in your hand
Perfection is what I see
Glowing in the ambers and the topaz from the suns brilliant rays
Reaching,
I brush your lips with mine taking you off guard
The book falls from your hand
My skin taking its place
If I could have a moment forever,
God it would be this.
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 6:54 PM UTC
Sunset,
Reading poetry in a language unfamiliar
Your mind focused on the pages before you
Only returning to reality to inhale fumes from the lit Cigarette you hold in your hand
Perfection is what I see
Glowing in the ambers and the topaz from the suns brilliant rays
Reaching,
I brush your lips with mine taking you off guard
The book falls from your hand
My skin taking its place
If I could have a moment forever,
God it would be this.
