i speak only to you,
my single place of refuge.
my poetically philosophical lover,
with your smoke-filled lungs
and glorious ink-filled veins.
those rose red lips may surely tempt an angel
for I've exchanged my wings and halo simply for your delirious touch.
heaven knows how much i desire you
and how i ache for your embrace.
and lucifer is surely aware
of how many times i've promised my soul for a single kiss.
-l.c.g.
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 12:51 AM UTC
i speak only to you,
my single place of refuge.
my poetically philosophical lover,
with your smoke-filled lungs
and glorious ink-filled veins.
those rose red lips may surely tempt an angel
for I've exchanged my wings and halo simply for your delirious touch.
heaven knows how much i desire you
and how i ache for your embrace.
and lucifer is surely aware
of how many times i've promised my soul for a single kiss.
-l.c.g.
A simple rough draft from a time that seems so long ago.
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