Dripping in culture
Drenched in art
You pull me in
With deep thoughts
Ad poems spoken into rose beds
You drag me down
Gently with book recommendations
You drown me
A smile on your face
Rouge on your cheeks
You pull me down into the depths
With a soft, paint speckled hand
You drown me gently with a wink and a quote from a poem
I won't whisper abc to you
I sink into the abyss with the taste of honey and scones on my lips a smile on my face
My breath stops as yours continues to flow lines of romantic letters
My lungs halt with you painting my portrait
in the field of sappy love poems and honey drenched afternoons
You are the nicest sweetest poison
I have ever tasted
I die over and over again in your arms
pulled in by your rose tinted view
Of us