In the nightA Poem by ThistleIf I was a feather then you would be the wing, You cast me like a line deep into the earths king. With your hands melting like butter around my neck Sleeplessy im needing the warmth of your breathe. Taking my imagination through the cracks in the ceiling Painfully yearning for the darkest most disturbing feeling. Wrapping my hair around the wrist that I adore, My heart pounds through the linen as I mercilessly want
more. Feeling every part of you, every eyelash to the taste of my
skin, Pouring over me with scolding desire, until I can feel you
from within. I am empty and gasping for life, my heart you have stole, Every breathe is a mountain and you have captured my soul. © 2013 Thistle |
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2 Reviews Added on November 15, 2013 Last Updated on November 15, 2013 AuthorThistleLondon, London, United KingdomAboutRomantic. Daydreamer. Obsessions. Quirks. Swolen heart. Sharp tongued. more..Writing
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