I live to write poetry.
Love is my muse.
I breathe to smell the romantic candles.
Love is my intoxication.
I have lips and a tongue only to collide with yours.
Love is your mouth.
I see only to reassure myself that you're real.
Love has made me blind.
My heart beats for you,
Lungs fill with the smoke from the ****
Mouth fill of your saliva,
Fingers entangled in yours,
Love has finally awaken me.
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC
I live to write poetry.
Love is my muse.
I breathe to smell the romantic candles.
Love is my intoxication.
I have lips and a tongue only to collide with yours.
Love is your mouth.
I see only to reassure myself that you're real.
Love has made me blind.
My heart beats for you,
Lungs fill with the smoke from the ****
Mouth fill of your saliva,
Fingers entangled in yours,
Love has finally awaken me.
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