hot summer nights
your hands between my thighs
your dialated eyes
looking right into mine
dripping quicker
the smell of liquor
air getting thicker
this feeling devine
hot summer nights
your tongue between my thighs
your racing mind
bleeding right into mine
drowning slow
the taste of sorrow
a heart that's hollow
i can feel it in my spine
i don't think you know
what this means to me
i don't want to take this slow
or you're going to turn into my enemy
this is the storm within
the one i've been hiding
YOU ARE READING
Raspberry Breath
PoezjaA collection of poems I've written in the last few months, which brutally took my breath away. I was dying. I was dying until you breathed the life back into me and it tasted like raspberries.
