there is a certain softness
that hides in the way we clash;
a fragile savagery that
shakes the world.
you are electric; creating shivers
along my live-wire spine,
sparking lights behind my hooded eyes.
the quiet rumble of your
velvet-voice and the feel of your
lips moving soft against my neck
never cease to thrill me.
when my muffled thunder breaks
against your neck, and my gasps
release grey-cloud wisps from
half-parted lips, you give
no warning: lightning lips flash,
staining my skin with a blush of
vivid purple imprints, your marks.
afterwards, your sweet raindrop fingertips trace with a beautiful, delicacy along my sweat drenched skin.
you break me apart again
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Roses, Cherry Vodka & Her Perfume
PoesiaA collection of (almost) love poetry inspired by my beautiful and exotic princess of a muse. (Please please please read and leave comments, I need some critics because I wanna give this to her as a present)
