And I would feel so lost If I awoke with the absence Your affection , to the side , tossed Taste deficiency of absinthe Melted minds solidified Three years to take Replaced with a desire that aches
Heated blood in my cheeks Hands shaking from cravings Never enough time for sneak peaks Flesh with bruised engravings Fingers like keys interlocked Your deep pools wide with surprise Meet with my dark russet eyes
Cold touch and heated cores I can see my breath And I want yours
I can ' t think of that word To describe this admiration A word I ' ve once heard Didn ' t think I had this dedication It ' s in the back of my throat Pushing for a vocal shove Just to say that I ' m in love
Damara Peraino
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