Suffocating in the heat of your chest
I come up for just one breath
The lack of air is like a thick black wall in my brain
But I don’t mind.
When our bare skins touch we turn to flames
Burning, yearning for more.
Suffocating in the heat of your chest
I come up for just one breath
The lack of air is like a thick black wall in my brain
But I don’t mind.
When our bare skins touch we turn to flames
Burning, yearning for more.
I really like your last 2 lines. Really beautiful piece.
thank you!
Umm … the passion in this poem is so contagious! 😀
te he :p
The poem is passionate and the image adds to it. Loved this.
thank you so much!