relish in the softness of my touch / paint my hazy silhouette with your skillful brush / assault and caress my delicate, flaming skin / play my fragile strings like an impaired violin / drown in the depths of my endless, cerulean eyes / sing me a few dead lullabies / savor the sweetness of my cherry lips / trace my curves with your callused fingertips / shower me with your tainted lies / gift me an early aurora sunrise / manipulate me to new heights / dance with me under blurred city lights / taste the ichor flowing through my veins / travel me through descendant worlds and unfamiliar domains / devour my body under clinquant skies / asphyxiate me with your deceitful goodbyes
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Poetry𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝗌? | 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝖼 © 2019 |