Colors flow up your arm,
Through your fingers and down my chin;
And they change to stars
As they slide down my neck,
And into my heart.
I look up and meet your gaze.
And there are sunflowers in your eyes.
Your soft smile glows, with a shine
That even the moon would be jealous of.
And we slip slowly into a passionate madness
From which we will never recover.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC
Colors flow up your arm,
Through your fingers and down my chin;
And they change to stars
As they slide down my neck,
And into my heart.
I look up and meet your gaze.
And there are sunflowers in your eyes.
Your soft smile glows, with a shine
That even the moon would be jealous of.
And we slip slowly into a passionate madness
From which we will never recover.
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