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Who once hid behind hazel eyes
Made praise to pale idols
Skin like ivory
Lips like cherries
Kissed so softly—so passionately
Our hands danced upon another
Gliding across bare chests
Heavy breaths—
Eyes locked liked
Heat seeking missiles
I know you want it
The taste of ripe cherry
I know you need it
This love is real
This love is to perfect
We lay now
Rest
We eat the forbidden fruit
We love and feel the
Purity of the suns grace
I dare not say
I dare not speak one word
But I must confess,
I must pray to my false idol
I love you but from behind theses eyes I see you
 SweetCyanide13 · Tue Nov 20, 2012 @ 08:32pm · 0 Comments |
