Like ink set on paper
Your words have left a mark
A rapidly growing flame
Lit by a wayward spark
With my hands and my lips
I long to wander your skin
But I taste you with my eyes
And learn the flavor of your sin
With each turn of the page
Uncovering something new
I will take my time tonight
In discovering you
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 8:07 PM UTC
Like ink set on paper
Your words have left a mark
A rapidly growing flame
Lit by a wayward spark
With my hands and my lips
I long to wander your skin
But I taste you with my eyes
And learn the flavor of your sin
With each turn of the page
Uncovering something new
I will take my time tonight
In discovering you
