It trickles down my spine like your fingers did
Staring into steamy haze,
the place where I hid.
Skin ignites ablaze
Complications roll off my shoulders
refreshing my sore soul.
Your lips curve into a smoulder
my body loses control.
Everything burns
my heart dances in the flames
as it takes a negative turn
No more games.
But as the past washes away,
my body melts like clay as I beg you to stay.
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 6:23 PM UTC
It trickles down my spine like your fingers did
Staring into steamy haze,
the place where I hid.
Skin ignites ablaze
Complications roll off my shoulders
refreshing my sore soul.
Your lips curve into a smoulder
my body loses control.
Everything burns
my heart dances in the flames
as it takes a negative turn
No more games.
But as the past washes away,
my body melts like clay as I beg you to stay.
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