It's so easy for my mind to forget while your
hands are against my skin/
Still my body seizes the memory/
Trapping the tang of your tongue as I taste
the last of your wine stained lips/
It's a mixture of sweet and sour, just like
us/
Your embrace keeps me wet, pounding me like
warm rain/
I bite into you so desperate to get inside yet
we remain closed off/
Making the plight seem innocent for what we
choose to ignore/
Never stopping to realize we are chasing our
lives with one night/
© 2012 Holly O'Brien
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