in the transparency of beauty.
I see you in a different lense.
the color red painted cherry on lips.
honey sweet to the taste.
a touch is not just a touch when it depicts your warm embrace.
porcelain skin made of fever my worries erase.
yet I dream of Marilyn Monroe Kelly Clarkson in her place.
yet the wind itself dreams of kissing thighs.
heaven and hell to my surprise.
yet my eyes cannot avert away.
the blonde long locks a hint of dirt.
but it's your eyes that gives you away.
a distant bottomless soul seeking sea of blue.
that captivating stare grabs hold and to never let me loose.
my heart in knots.
lingering deep in my lungs.
hard to breathe.
a love so photogenic I still can't get enough.
the beauty of black and white when they just fall off you.
your fingers laced delicately in mine.
the agony remembered as I know I can't pull away.
the kissing to your neck letting me know it's hell either way.
yet you are a dream.
a fleeting hell storm of a wet nightmare.
yet white silk kissing my hand.
a cheek of your ass in my grasp.
a tight squeeze.
the softness swallows me.
yet I fantasize I dream.
about the kiss I can't receive.
the touch I can't feel.
miles away.
yet you still feel a part of me.
yet beauty is stealing ignorance.
yet the taste I have yet to devour.
dreams of you I hide.
knowing the voices in my mind knows how hard it is to forget her.
©darkmocha
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