you come closer,
making my breath ragged and crooked
intoxicating me
with your scent of roses.
you are the weed
which i inhale
to get me high
and lose myself.
the music that comes
out of your sinful lips,
i'm an addict,
and you're my drug.
YOU ARE READING
berceuse
Poetry❝ the lullabies in me are coming from your symphony. ❞ [image on the cover belongs to the artist]
