I behold the
promises as
your lips curve
for a kiss.
And watch it
die
as your lips too
shut satisfied.
I am only a wine
you long for
when your heat is
uncontrollable.
But I will let you,
always,
to drink me.
After all,
I am a finest wine,
fermented with
years of broken promises.
- qyf
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 9:27 PM UTC
I behold the
promises as
your lips curve
for a kiss.
And watch it
die
as your lips too
shut satisfied.
I am only a wine
you long for
when your heat is
uncontrollable.
But I will let you,
always,
to drink me.
After all,
I am a finest wine,
fermented with
years of broken promises.
- qyf
- argh. Of broken promises.
