We’ll be the death of each other,
You and me sinking lips,
Sucking life from our viens in turn,
Wary suspicious kind of loving,
Do I have you? Do you get me?
Let me taste you,
In that unexpected moment,
When we forget to know each other so deeply,
When pain falls asleep and leaves us,
Let me have you,
Between you and me and these sheets,
Who’s to know?
What are our shades of broken,
They don’t matter in the now,
Let me ravage you,
Deflate your illusions in me,
Don your armor and conquer or rescue
I don’t care which as long as it’s you,
I see when sensation subsides,
And I need to swim in something impulsive,
We did together.
Any surface available at the time,
Only reason and rhyme being want,
Because we want,
I savor you,
Hold you near me,
In that impromptu conversation
Between you, me and these sheets.
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