every sigh.
every moan.
kills me.
alienating me leaving me not to rot.
crawling to me a kiss of warmth.
knowing I shouldn't but you feel so good.
knowing I couldn't but you taste like you been here before.
knowing it's what your presence that haunts me underneath.
yet it's to know a love that's tastes so sweet.
and takes every part of me.
yet I die just to feel mellow in your arms.
a calm I can't escape.
a love that tears me apart and puts me back together.
to want such sweetness so the butterflies to swarm.
knowing to know you is my form of heaven.
yet you crawl under my skin every day every week.
yet I linger still just to hear you speak.
the kiss of lesser simpler things.
yet I want you again and again.
©darkmocha
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