Warmth

Fictional – November 13th, 2008

The way the blood rushes to your cheek
Warms up the room, my knees turn weak
The way your eyes gaze locked in mine
Makes my heart beats faster, out of my mind

Your bittersweet breath is like a drug
Can I fall asleep listening to your heart?
Your fingers gently trace my lips
Brushing away the cold with your warm touch

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~ by cendana on November 14, 2008.

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