torn.
I sit here staring deep at a blank page.
my fingers ache to write.
my mind is never burden by you.
yet you still on my mind.
like a cheesy love song my mind has no escape from you nor does it want to.
you are simply perfect to me.
I could paint you unconditionally with my tongue like a canvas.
my lips a seductive longing paintbrush.
itching for the paint to remain wet never dry.
for words cannot explain how bad I want you.
no sentence can find the meaning the warmth that your lipstick stained lips would bring.
so natural so pure such sugary bliss.
as my mind travels back to the poetic innocence that is you.
taking you in like a drug.
feenin off you like a obsession.
you were love perfectly written.
yet my heart couldn't wait to fall.
intimately sensually I was yours kissed by a Rose.
deflowered devoured you ached within my soul.
suddenly the words became a poetic weapons of affection of lust.
I was the late night foreplay of a rose.
a heaven between such supple thighs.
their velvety smoothness like a hell when your fingers delicately pull away.
yet the thought of me remains intoxicated.
too many words so many meanings yet you only die for one.
love.
yet you just couldn't get enough I was heaven I was hell I was everything when I got caught up in your spell.
knowing I'll never be the same.
as these words caught heat.
as love unconditionally tattooed our names.
©darkmocha
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