... sugary sweet words
lingering on the tip
of his tongue
as he brushes
paintstrokes
across my lips
my cheek
my ear.
Intoxicatingly disarming
stripping layer upon layer
of bared wire and stone
from my core
like pieces of clothing
ripped and strung
across broken lamp shades...
It's a work in progress. Man I love things with promise... :)
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