late night

rounded nails trail along flushed yielding flesh and swollen

rosy lips fall open with reserved whispers of affection.  The 

taste of his breath glazes over my tongue and teeth, snatched up kiss.

His pulse ricochets against my rough palms and mimics

my own thundering heart.  I am burning under his touch and my smouldering touch and 

my shaking body is becoming an open flame, too hot

for my polar heart to handle. 

- and I worry that melting my heart will break the dam to the mountain of things I do not want  

drug full

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I wrote your name on a cigarette and 

thought I could smoke you away.

Now i'm addicted to the way your name tastes

on my tongue and how each letter fills my lungs.