Thursday, September 17, 2015

One day at a time

His taste, on her tongue 
Was like acid. 
Psychedelic and recurring. 
And with each kiss, 
The drug infused with her blood 
Till she couldn't think straight anymore.

It was what it was. 
Terse. Hellish. Permanent. 
Entwined between their drenched bodies 
Lay heaven and earth's dreams, 
And words that would never be spoken 
Till he raised her mouth to his again. 

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