Bring colors to my sky
as each spoken syllable
dances off your tongue
past my favorite set of lips.
Darling, you know those
are my favorite four letters.
Ideas of us are the catalyst
of hope, the beacon of light
that shines triumphantly
through the suffocating black
sky. Crests of waves tower over
shallow troughs revealing
the power of your high as
I prepare my veins and
feel your body with me.
Tonight I'll keep thoughts
of love and lust discreet
and stare oceans deeper
into your eyes.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 7:40 PM UTC
Bring colors to my sky
as each spoken syllable
dances off your tongue
past my favorite set of lips.
Darling, you know those
are my favorite four letters.
Ideas of us are the catalyst
of hope, the beacon of light
that shines triumphantly
through the suffocating black
sky. Crests of waves tower over
shallow troughs revealing
the power of your high as
I prepare my veins and
feel your body with me.
Tonight I'll keep thoughts
of love and lust discreet
and stare oceans deeper
into your eyes.
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