this love is illicit
the butterflies that runs in my veins
oh, how i miss it
the sun stains through the glass
i'm sitting silently
my breath is like satin as it leaves my lips
this soft gentle kiss
is illicit
hazy morning, the sky is my mind
cloudy haze sky
i feel polished this time
i used to wake in the morning
with you
but i sleep all the time
i admit
this love is illicit
the butterflies that run in my veins
oh, how i miss it
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THE EUPHORIC NIGHTS COLLECTION!
PoetryTHE EUPHORIC NIGHTS COLLECTION: my eighth poetry album, telling stories of the nights i felt most alive and the nights i didn't. Euphoria ( /juːˈfɔːriə/ 1st February 2021. © 2021 Billy Waugh
