Each and every sip I took,
Reminded me of his lips,
Inebriating my soul,
My throat dried and craved for more,
As the thirst increased sip by sip,
He shook my pneuma inch by inch,
As locked his hands to my waist,
He made his breath stronger,
Entangling me into his demons
And burning the angels alive.
Though the last sip burnt my throat
Left my soul afloat.
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The burning rose (Completed)
Thơ caA book of poems Not related to rose. Except one of them. 18 poems which you may or may not relate to. I hope you like it. Pls show some love if you did like them, it would make my day.✌ #thecosmicawards2018
