I wanted to die yet be reborn in her arms.
to taste the sweetness of her lipstick and not want again.
I wanted her though it was a sin.
her breasts soft like clouds in a distant erotic dream.
her feverish peach tan the kiss of pillows she was the soft caress of thighs I couldn't forget.
yet I needed her.
knowing I could find solace in her arms.
she was the mindless behavior of a lovesick adolescent.
she was heaven before a dream.
yet I dream of complacency.
yet I wanted to taste a fever and die in the presence of the sun.
yet her lips I ache in agony just to claim.
the softness.
my fingers playing with fire the taste of fiery salt.
knowing I wanted her to lick my wounds.
yet I want the kiss of the sun.
her pussy wet I dream of yet I couldn't forget her velvety smooth voice.
I must have heard it a thousand times in my head.
like whispers I just die again and again.
to hear my name.
the settle ring of her laugh.
to know I will never see her again.
just to feel this pain.
yet I dream again to just not go insane.
yet
©darkmocha
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