Not once, have I tasted the thickness
of your lips.
nor have I felt a shallow hug
lacking passion.
I have only closed my eyes
and dreamed of us
in the darkness of my
bleak imagination.
I have feared
the intensity of your stare
but missed the scarcity
of your comforting voice
But dear,
this lust will only demolish us.
ever so slowly
in the comfort of our own
inconvenience.
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 2:27 PM UTC
Not once, have I tasted the thickness
of your lips.
nor have I felt a shallow hug
lacking passion.
I have only closed my eyes
and dreamed of us
in the darkness of my
bleak imagination.
I have feared
the intensity of your stare
but missed the scarcity
of your comforting voice
But dear,
this lust will only demolish us.
ever so slowly
in the comfort of our own
inconvenience.