17 | Nov 04
kisses, your addictive kisses,
flowers spitting from your mouth
whispers, a paradise to my ears
you were holding me softly,
until I gasp for air,
I bleed with your touch,
as I let it burn me
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Moonstruck
PoetryCopyright © November 2020 by Mystital probably my rant book written in flowery language, all raw from my soul. highest ranking: nov-dec #1 poetry collection out of 21.8k stories #1 poet out of 14.6k stories #1 poem collection out of 6.6k stories #1...
