Every puff of smoke
Every sip of this stale coffee
Reminds of the rainy days we shared
How we tried to warm each others body
playing fire
by the fire our hearts made with the passion our bodies felt
We burned each other
down to every inch of fiber until there's nothing left
but the smoke of our afternoon tryst
And when the sun bid goodbye
I was left alone, naked body and soul
With nothing to warm but the ashes of what remained
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 9:45 PM UTC
Every puff of smoke
Every sip of this stale coffee
Reminds of the rainy days we shared
How we tried to warm each others body
playing fire
by the fire our hearts made with the passion our bodies felt
We burned each other
down to every inch of fiber until there's nothing left
but the smoke of our afternoon tryst
And when the sun bid goodbye
I was left alone, naked body and soul
With nothing to warm but the ashes of what remained
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