As I read my book you cross my mind... Causing the words to blur as the story becomes insignificant. And soon I'm left lost in the pages... Unable to focus on anything but you.
Tag: Late Night
Craving
Your rough exterior was so
sharp and sour to me.
Intense and unforgiving.
But as I let you sit on my tongue…
Slowly you melted away into
something so suddenly sweet.
Leaving me with a hunger
and only wanting more.
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