You pull me in
With your wild grin,
Dark intent held in those bright eyes.
I push you back,
For it is fact,
That I will return for these highs:
To feel your hands,
Warm against cold,
Travel in a path that's much too bold;
To feel my head
Kiss the hard wall,
And float up above as I then fall;
To feel your lips
Nip my fair skin,
Down a trail that lights me up within;
To feel my body
As you retreat,
Knowing that this feeling was deceit.
September 29th, 2023
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𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬
Poetry"There are other sorts of speaking that I tend to seek, Since all the feelings are entrapped inside my heart: I rip this bleak chest open and its blood begins to leak Then draw you a castle of roses and to you this gift impart." - an excerpt from "M...
