when soft lips grazed my parched ones i gasped, i sighed
fondness hadn't touched me in a while
i felt your gaze linger a moment too long on mine
they were burning, burning
white hot with amber flecks and gold
something then reminded me of the smell of cherrywood
and wine
it was art; when you held me close
i could listen to the rhythm of nature in your arms
you held me like the world was i
i dreamt a dream not long before of your eyes
they were crimson deep
hazel set
a storm within
this is why your arms smell like cherrywood and the finest of wine
and chocolate gateau
your lips are bound in silk
and i only crave the more you leave me behind
you took my soul
and i made you mine.
oh baby, you're like cherrywood,
and i'm like wine
we compliment each other
like peonies and pine.
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Blaze
PoetryA collection of songs intertwined in her head that she weaves into a web of intellectual words and let's them flow free in the form of poetry. **actually really cringey poetry that I wrote in the span of a year when I was 14**
