her lips,
of blooming poppy,
hold promises of *****
slipping past the choices,
knowing they'd be caught
too late, and not before
they've met desires
secretly
in shadows underneath
the moonlit balconies
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 3:07 AM UTC
her lips,
of blooming poppy,
hold promises of *****
slipping past the choices,
knowing they'd be caught
too late, and not before
they've met desires
secretly
in shadows underneath
the moonlit balconies