Your name drips
honey from my lips,
I'm addicted.
Your touch, rushes
through my veins
I can barely stand.
You breathe into me
sustaining, the life
of an Angel lost.
The tips of our fingers
touch and I'm drunk,
on the sensation your
essense brings.
Awakening my soul.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 9:56 PM UTC
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