I look at you.
and I die every time.
why am I so obsessed with what kills me?
the inevitability of softness just to tear me like a thread.
again and again I see you in my dreams.
I've placed my lips where softness of angels should be.
I've tasted heaven and prayed hell never leaves.
knowing Tomorrow I'd think of you as my heart aches to bleed.
bleed for you.
to never avert my eyes of every erotic angelic details.
Doll parts yet I feel them in the same dream.
in the night where the dark is like close best friend made to watch our obscene bodies do things we dream.
yet your porcelain skin.
blue eyes.
your blonde long hair.
it all comes to me in a dream.
a erotic nightmare.
a obscene adjective.
as you kissed me as if it wasn't a dream.
yet this obsession.
this hopeless romance of a dream.
every touch.
every kiss.
it kills me.
waiting onto exhale.
yet I never screamed.
just gasp and moan.
yet the ache of my throat it burns.
yet I love the burn.
as your tongue comes to drown me.
suffocating I die by the steal of breath.
my hands wandering deep your body.
knowing I just can't get enough.
yet I feel you.
your body sculpted like a doll.
I tastes every part.
I choked on your perfume.
the things I do for love.
knowing it haunts me.
your curves.
like tattoos written in love.
knowing as they press against me.
I can't help it.
I'm in love.
©darkmocha
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