Slow kisses turned into bruising hisses….
Nooks and crannies explored, I adored….
Flesh laid open, and you indulge, drinking
until I drown, now your crown…..
Trails, marks you leave, Believe on my wrist,
leaving me in a mist….
Now, you are gone, but, I still feel you,
your scent in my veins, chains me…to…you
Pulsing, your scent, forever within me, the
key that always was, in waves of 19, as angels
tell a tale of you and I…….
*PICTURE TAKEN FROM PINTEREST*