I don’t know how to tell you.
I want to know what makes you shiver. What spots make your mouth ache with passion. Where you’ll grip me. How your thirsty hands would feel searching my body like I’m your water. How your lips would feel crashing into mine. Like the last bit of air left on the planet was burrowed in my chest. I know your fingers are matches. You possess the fire that engulfs, and I’m a pyromaniac. I’ll allow you to brand me. I’ll allow you to ground me. Bring the Earth to a halt, and take me to another atmosphere.
I just don’t know how to tell you.
- Silent
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