As I inhale, clove cigarette pressed to my mouth
I pretend
The candy on my lips
Is the sweetness of your kiss
The crackling of the spice
Is the electric sparkle you send down my spine
The smoke in my lungs
Is the intoxicating smell of your clothes
The fire, warm to the touch, is your loving hand
My fingers grasp the smooth black paper that is your skin
It is you that I am breathing in
Author notes
I breathe him in everything. This is a poor substitute. But a metaphor and a reminder nonetheless.
Is my passion perfect?
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ummmmm this is a really romantic write. I like the soft sensuality of it. inhaling his essence. The feel of that is wonderful (sighs)
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I thank you for the compliments, and the first comment I have gotten on a poem in months.
<3
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