Cold Lust Our favourite spot to meet, down the stairs from the big blue H. cold and dark, I stand outside your drawer, or beside your bed tag placed at your feet; just after the light settles inside your eyes, fades, flickers, dies. That’s when my interest piques. Hot and burning, though your future’s bleak. Febrile lust, presses me down to you, Burning on top as I bore right through. The colder you get the faster I spin. #Poetry #dark #spilled ink #love #art #death #creative writing
Posted on: Sat, 13 Jul 2013 21:08:24 +0000
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