Post by south4thesummer on Sept 21, 2012 5:15:48 GMT -5
She smelled like dark, heavy flowers
on clean, fresh sheets;
like red stars hanging low in the sky.
I could hear the dull throb of music somewhere,
an ache that rolled onto my skin.
It felt like an ink stain,
spreading out into my limbs
with a cautious care.
I wanted to steal the breath from her lungs,
make her wild-eyed and waiting.
An almost anger overtook me,
and I forgot myself.
on clean, fresh sheets;
like red stars hanging low in the sky.
I could hear the dull throb of music somewhere,
an ache that rolled onto my skin.
It felt like an ink stain,
spreading out into my limbs
with a cautious care.
I wanted to steal the breath from her lungs,
make her wild-eyed and waiting.
An almost anger overtook me,
and I forgot myself.