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Death of a Shooting Star

I'd like to close my eyes and

breathe you in and

die.

 

I'm choking on your heartbeat, but

who needs to swallow?

Your muscles wrap around me,

constricting my every move.

I'm caged in by beautiful happenings and

I'm in love with your tense-and-release.

My skin sticks to your lips as

My fingers get tangled in your hair.

Your body is a garden I am lost in;

Your vines tie me down and

I am ravaged. The air is

thick and salty as the ocean;

We could drown together

(and i would welcome it).

We saw eternity but forgot to

take any pictures, then we

traveled back in time to make sure

life couldn't go on without us.

Our battle scars will tell the

story better than we could.

The moment was so heavy

it almost crushed me,

(and i think i wouldn't have minded).

No one lives forever and

I'd like to die while I'm living.

We squeezed a lifetime into

one euphoric moment; I

wouldn't dare let ***** greed

ask for more.

 

I'd like to close my eyes and

breathe you in and

 

die.

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Written by
moriah-jean
Published
Mar 8, 2011
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© March 9th, 2011 Moriah Jean

 

When I started writing this, it was about love.

About half way through, it somehow became about ***

I suppose at times, they are one and the same.

Either way, after making beautiful, corny, hot and heavy love would be a perfect time to die.

You know, eventually.

 

I didn't have anyone specific in mind when I wrote this. However, I've only ever truly "made love" to one person.

So this is for my muse - I could have died every night in his arms.

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