Crush

SerenWise

Baby, light me up

Like a cigarette between your lips

Fresh cool like James Dean,

Too cool for me, always have been.

Serious thoughts in your eyes

Hard like the wire of your limbs,

If I could run my fingers 

Down your spine,

Would you tremble?

 

Vlnerability soars,

And that's not usual,

But I'll be fine,

We'll wait some months

I can still hope 

To see you smile, and have you

Press those lips on mine.

  • Author: SerenWise (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 30th, 2020 20:58
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 11
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