#spokendesire
Your skin is made of glass— cut by a tear
that rolls down your cheek, splitting the
good and the wicked parts...
You kissed two versions of me... as we all
live switching roles— _mirror for mirror,_
mouth for mouth.
And when a lover kisses, you kiss back
like a reflex, when they get close enough,
part of your character becomes theirs—
and it loudly reflects....
I breathe when you breathe; I’m so
close, I forget whose lungs I’m in.
Like a spoon of cinnamon, just a taste
of you burns — always so hard to
swallow, but I do...
And our days spent—have me so
spent; spending myself into you,
sending everything I’ve got.
All of my kisses—_are sent_
All your heat— _passionate scent_
And somehow that scent gives
me nosebleeds...
That’s the kind of passion you
leave in the air.
The first time in the morning,
I kiss you like it’s the last time—
because it could be...
Sugar lips— enough to last a time;
pull a little closer, let me drown in
your stare — I want to see what’s
lurking in the shadows of your eyes—
could be your wild side. __Might be mine.__
I take you late nights, for some extras
you come like a few sides—and I
measure you with my eyes...
You're such a grand size; I can’t take
it anymore— the closer we get, the
thinner it feels; the glass— it cracks
the further we grow apart.
Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 4:57 AM UTC