Vinous lips,
Dark eyes,
Cold stare,
Death cries.
Mysterious smile,
Luminous skin,
Catastrophic body,
Perfect sin.
The way you touch,
The way you move,
Everything's music,
That makes me groove.
Every crook of your body,
An ideal trip,
You're my religion,
I shall worship.
You are a drug,
You intoxicate me,
Even if I had a choice,
This is where I'd want to be.
You breathe on my skin,
I am aflame,
Together, we are a forest fire.
And no one's to blame.
~a.b.
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Fire and Flood
PoesieShe hardly met sunshine, Her lover in disguise, But when they met, They drew colourful rainbows on the skies.
