Your scent lingers on my skin, the night's sin clinging with it. I can taste the roses in your perfume, an evening in São Paulo in a room for two. Reminiscent you.
You are my memories, your smile and your kiss. Ethereal and everlasting, eternal bliss.
The look in your eyes is seared into my brain, so I'll never lose your inscribed perfection.
Talismanic, you are more than an enchanted crystal. Sinful courses keep me intact. To be intimate with anyone is nothing like intimacy with you, betrayal when in my pocket is still your lip gloss tube.
© Sincerely, ♡ - March 2023
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My Guts Create A Tapestry - Poetry
PoetryThis poetry is strictly copyright, it's all written by me. These poems tend to be written sweetly so you could be reading the most gorey poem and it'd be like it's romantacised. I don't try to romantacise them, it's the way I write. You'll possibly...
