My lips have become swollen,
Carrying words that are,
Whispered between bed sheets and,
My legs have becomes vines, wrapped around you.
You mapped out your expedition,
You traveler,
Explorer,
Venturer.
**** The only word able to escape my throat.
"Yeah." You replied, grinning like a fool against the colors of blue and red that danced around the room.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 6:12 PM UTC
My lips have become swollen,
Carrying words that are,
Whispered between bed sheets and,
My legs have becomes vines, wrapped around you.
You mapped out your expedition,
You traveler,
Explorer,
Venturer.
**** The only word able to escape my throat.
"Yeah." You replied, grinning like a fool against the colors of blue and red that danced around the room.
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