09 September 2011

Sober

You smell like cigarettes,
like hazy nights,

like starless skies.

Your face reminds me of a kiss,

soft and smooth,

yet wild with desire.

Your touch is my heroine,

my longing,

lust, my only sin.

Your breath in my ear,

intoxicating,

perforating through me.

I shiver inside,

gripping that moment,

slipping,

like sand between my fingers.

When the liquor wears off,

every beautiful second,

every teasing smile,

every half-lidded glance,

is soon gone.

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