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I sit here with my eyes drinking your face gulping down your eyebrows, your nose, your ****** posture Your lips; that look of kissing the guts of a strawberry's core red; flushed but then, there are MY lips - caressing and pressing against a glass liquor bottle swallowing every component within. my tongue grasps around the alcoholic thoughts twisted up; as I plaster my pain through intoxication. But how can one bare, with the thought of despair; the magnetic draw of this ring to my finger So much charcoal in my heart, that a fire's about to start - and the smoke in my lungs; let it linger But; my cold fingertips trace the outskirts of my bed sheets, as I wait for you to grab them; kissing them with - Your* lips. melting against mine, pull me closer Your lips sweeping the insides of my thighs, kiss me harder Your lips making your way up slowly to my eyes, the pain suffers from demise Your lips face to face, kiss me now, and goodbye; to the lingering smoke evaporating out of me as I exhale. my soul is no longer polluted by the 'I miss yous' I am here now. tasting the 'I love you' off of your mouth as you bite the desperation off my bottom lip. And THIS is when I knew Your* lips were home to mine.
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Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 8:46 PM UTC
Lips of Starvation
I sit here with my eyes drinking your face gulping down your eyebrows, your nose, your ****** posture Your lips; that look of kissing the guts of a strawberry's core red; flushed but then, there are MY lips - caressing and pressing against a glass liquor bottle swallowing every component within. my tongue grasps around the alcoholic thoughts twisted up; as I plaster my pain through intoxication. But how can one bare, with the thought of despair; the magnetic draw of this ring to my finger So much charcoal in my heart, that a fire's about to start - and the smoke in my lungs; let it linger But; my cold fingertips trace the outskirts of my bed sheets, as I wait for you to grab them; kissing them with - Your* lips. melting against mine, pull me closer Your lips sweeping the insides of my thighs, kiss me harder Your lips making your way up slowly to my eyes, the pain suffers from demise Your lips face to face, kiss me now, and goodbye; to the lingering smoke evaporating out of me as I exhale. my soul is no longer polluted by the 'I miss yous' I am here now. tasting the 'I love you' off of your mouth as you bite the desperation off my bottom lip. And THIS is when I knew Your* lips were home to mine.
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Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 8:46 PM UTC
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