28/11/2018
Be my drug.
My hands glued on your skin.
My lips sewed to yours.
My mind, getting attached,
to the thought 'only you'.
Make me addicted to all of you.
YOU ARE READING
Poems and Writings
PoetryI fill in blank papers with my words. My thoughts and ideas work faster then my hand. Poetry and writings are written before I realise it. My hand and mind make up words. Enjoy those useless thoughts. Those spit out words. I love you 💓
