Your fingers like petals that fall upon my skin,
the aroma fluctuates on the membrane of
that which alternates between the
vessels
of what tells me to
gravitate
between the consequences of conciseness
and consideration. I'm whispered upon
to accept both realities..
But innuendos are the motions
that make me linger
on the words you weave within my heart.
Can you taste my smiles when I look at you
when your not observing.
They are a confectionary that is only visualized
when I steal an embrace when least expecting
my lips to collect candy from your thoughts.
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 4:28 PM UTC
Your fingers like petals that fall upon my skin,
the aroma fluctuates on the membrane of
that which alternates between the
vessels
of what tells me to
gravitate
between the consequences of conciseness
and consideration. I'm whispered upon
to accept both realities..
But innuendos are the motions
that make me linger
on the words you weave within my heart.
Can you taste my smiles when I look at you
when your not observing.
They are a confectionary that is only visualized
when I steal an embrace when least expecting
my lips to collect candy from your thoughts.
