He is swimming in the breeze of her aroma --
Gulping was all he could manage when drinking her in --
Unable to sip the sins of her swollen mind --
Her love similar to a cavity of the heart --
Being with danger is like flirting with a tornado --
His presence like the calmer winds,
but demons coil around his waist until his body cannot refuse to cave.
I wrote this awhile ago, and I just didn't like where it was all going. I of course never got rid of it, because for some reason it helps to break my writers block when I read it over and over. So.. not a poem, but also it is. :D
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Self-reflections, confessions, studied subjects, and soul spilling words that sit on the page, but hope to reach out and coil around those that chance a peek at them. If you like what you see, please leave some feedback and let me know. If you have...