I often wonder
If you bite your tongue
When you think of me
I find myself surrounded
By a thought so deep
If my scent still lingers
And visits you in a dream
Ignited desire
Unleashed lust
It burnt like fire
With the first thrust
Your sober mind can't savour me
For I am not yours to keep
But twist your tongue for me
And taste the salty sweet
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Confessions of a Melancholic Dreamer #Wattys2015
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose, gathered through years of creative black-outs and self-preservation. 'Feel the rhythm of a thumping heart through the lines of a daydreamer.' Copyright ©GRETA GREE 2015 Currently ranking 214 in Poetry category (6/29...
