Brown skin like coffee
Lips sip in sensuous aroma.
In brown porcelain,
Fill my hands & explore my taste.
Fill my lips
With your brown skin.
Inside my rough hands
Dots of you remain
I love how your body makes me feel
Your mouth, your hands.
All of you.
Brown skin like coffee
I hunger for the harvest of my tongue
Against yours.
Hot, yet warm to the touch
Brown skin like coffee
I love the stickiness you
Leave behind

Shinning in the moonlight
seems like a living angel down to earth with wings
I curse the moon and stars
cause they saw your skin First,
the color of your skin
like a vanilla ice cream
can I taste your skin ?
Like I would do!

struck by lightning,
losing you was frightening.
the sound of thunder,
makes me wonder.
what's on your mind,
what would i find.
even after you decided to turn,
this fire continues to burn.
i can't erase you out of my mind,
my heart is of a different kind.
under my skin, like a splinter,
you became the coldest winter.
without any reasons,
you change like the seasons.

Nails are blue,
Skin is sore,
Hands are cuffed,
By the winter wind.

Cheeks blushing red,
Cold air whispering in ear
Dewy hair tucked in hood
Teeth chattering in monotony.

The last time I lived a happy winter
Is now living on a piece of paper.
I don't know why its so different,
Only skin feels the winter,
the mind is living elsewhere.

He touched me
And it felt
As if
The stars were dancing
Across my skin

The devil has an angelic grin
As he holds your hand in secret
And whispers sweet little nothings in your ear.
The devil has perfect skin, striking eyes,
And a jaw that could have cut
Your wrists better than you will ever have.
The devil will write you poems
And speak to you in rhymes,
Fleeting little words,
Just to keep you from breaking apart
So he can keep playing
With your already aching heart.
The devil will come
When you are at your lowest.
He will come
with an outsteretched hand
Promising you heaven on earth
But, he will let go of you
right before you reach the top.

So you pull yourself up
like what humans do
in the face of adversity,
And when
you are on your own way to heaven,
Only then shall you meet your angel

Your angel will not have wings
To whisk you off your feet
And bring you to dazzling sights,
But he will have a smile
Brighter
And more beautiful
Than any scenery.
Your angel will not look how you imagined him to be
all chiseled up and perfect like a Greek statue
But you will not be able to look away
From that crooked smile
Nor tear your hands away
From those coarsely cut curls.
Your heart will be full of his love
And you will feel safe
Perhaps
Even feel heaven on earth

Skin like onion.
Peeled back layer by layer
Chopped by a blade.
Tears form in your eyes,
but.
Don't worry,
They're not real
It's not real.
just onion skin