She could only grasp glimpses of his untamed curls in her dreams. He was a feral fierce being that kept her awake.
His touch recoiled throughout her body leaving her exasperated and exposed.
The quakes kept her up at night and all she could think about was when he cupped his callused palms to her face and their lips locked tightly, tongues sliding and her ribs twinged as she lost every breath.
His lips were sugary sweet and she couldn't get enough.
Her skin peeled when she was away from him, his heartbeat was etched within hers and her chest grew hoarse from trying to keep up.
If she had the guts to give up everything that she had ever known she'd run away with him but even she knew no matter how good he tasted she was gambling with a wild card.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
