A mirage.
Fabricated sustenance.
A false flourish.
The brush of your almond scented exhale inspires a rush that leaves me in a desired disquietude.
Still every exhale is savored by an inhale
It meanders past sun kissed mounds and valleys
Til it hits your candied oasis.
Inspiration swells with every acme reached
until
you're satiated by my nectar
Calming to a summer zephyr
I turn over to your pillowed chest,
and drift off to an insatiable reality.
+ crowned saint
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 7:02 AM UTC
A mirage.
Fabricated sustenance.
A false flourish.
The brush of your almond scented exhale inspires a rush that leaves me in a desired disquietude.
Still every exhale is savored by an inhale
It meanders past sun kissed mounds and valleys
Til it hits your candied oasis.
Inspiration swells with every acme reached
until
you're satiated by my nectar
Calming to a summer zephyr
I turn over to your pillowed chest,
and drift off to an insatiable reality.
+ crowned saint
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