I've a deep thirst
for the blood in your veins.
A craving to kiss the flesh upon your ossein.
My heart aches for an answer
from the heaves of your breastbone.
Up
and
down.
Up
and
down.
You inhale,
my breathing stops.
You exhale,
my heart throbs.
My thirst is unquenchable for
your answer remains a mystery.
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 2:04 PM UTC
I've a deep thirst
for the blood in your veins.
A craving to kiss the flesh upon your ossein.
My heart aches for an answer
from the heaves of your breastbone.
Up
and
down.
Up
and
down.
You inhale,
my breathing stops.
You exhale,
my heart throbs.
My thirst is unquenchable for
your answer remains a mystery.
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