my beauty in yellow and white...
come kiss me in the same fashion
as that very first night
you're my first love ...my passion
while you burn in silence
and I inhale you through me
satiate me with your escence
and let my spirit be free…
the smoke that we emit
unshamefully ...You and I
it brings us discredit...
and we've always wondered why
maybe a jealous streak
and to halt our love; an urge
forever then they seek...
our sins to come and purge
2 comments:
Cigarretes are ewwy.
Nice poem though.
thanks! ;)
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