Grabbed my skin
Above my collar bones
Beneath my chin
Gripping, like it's your breath
That looks crimson
Not mine
And I'm smiling.
You play my strings
As if the harp was easy
Whispering to me
Sweet nothings
(You like to be in-control)
Your lips taste like honey,
And with every touch
I feel how the bees sound
YOU ARE READING
Acidic Art
PoetryMay 31st 2021-Present (Book 3) YOU CAN FIND BOOK 1, Silent Soul, on Amazon! Search: "Silent Soul by Racheal Lynn Edwards" under the "book" category. BOOK 2, Twisted Thrill, on Amazon as well! XOXO