Kryptonite in my world, is shimmering and soft.
I crave your touch on my skin.
Scents of cherry and vanilla waft
Slow songs cascade through the dark room we're in.
My lips are waiting, and my heart is racing.
Even you can feel the spark between us.
YOU ARE READING
Bite Me
PoetryThis is just a collection of poems based on some of the characters from my stories.
