Moonlit touches burning the skin
Of down lit kids.
Awkward steps of a prolonged tango
That stumbles over words
Metaphorical phrases, of meaningless taste
Nothing is existent.
Breaths crawling through skin
Innocence evaporating
In the heat of another summer night.
Lust overruns any sense of survival
Any desire of escape
I can live in your arms
Forever.
xo
This shouldn't feel nearly as rigth, as it does.
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