Her eyes all over your face,
And she planted on you plum kisses.
Her body's in pain for your arms around her waist...
Rotten dreams, burn-out thoughts, and dead wishes.
The tint of saccarine blood in her pulsing lips turns latent,
You're draining it with your stare.
It's a scorching fire quenching the heavy rain...
Such are you, her gorgeous nightmare!
Your fingers intertwining with hers, covering her knuckles- - impermeable.
It felt like a barricade around a speck of ash- - invincible.
The curve of your chest fits perfectly to the outlines and contours of her back,
Together, you are lightproof to the edges.
Fortress, sanctuary, a disguising shack;
Sharpies, pastels, promises, and spurts of pledges.
Your eyes like two blackholes sipping supernovas,
She could drown in them for, ever!
Yet, in all these cases, she just purses her lips.
At least, words could hear her better.
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