To indulge in your existence
that flows through the
hole in my heart
onto the small
Bright coloured orchid
we've hidden from the eyes of the rules is my wanting.
Give onto me this gift of wanting and I will be your having in this season of the cold wind's hold of your slender,
A kiss to your heartbeat's hinder,
The taste of these wet lips will sever.
❣
I hope you have a happy holiday season this Christmas. well, until next time I'll see you in the if of then.
YOU ARE READING
Boy. Paperheart
PoetryWarning: I don't mind wrapping you up in my paper blanket of love poem promises to keep you warm from yourself and allow the depressing lines inside to give you a paper cut, I am a cruel poet. ••• "To indulge in your exi...
