I got up laying naked still on my bed
Laden with promises upon my breast
And the dreams flowing still inside my body
The warmth of the bed is giving me new hopes to find u again
I see my hands convered with what you called " honey to heaven "
My lips reminded your names and the moans that my ears had forgotten about
The rum beside me smirks now
You weren't there
It was me all over me again
My bed never realised it was me
So lets keep it our little secret
- my pleasures
YOU ARE READING
Burning water
Poesiaa set of poetry oozing out of my hands. stories that feel like moon to your stars and dream that burn your skin like the sun. Can water burn you? Yes when its splashing comd yet boiling hot when you can see death kissing your life. some minimal dra...
