Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Her Lips.

Taste of her lips still inside the pocket of my check
Hints of nicotine and saliva
Imprint of her fingertips on my torso
Her kisses embed in my lips as a signature
Porcelain skin with an angelic glow 
Written on her ribs in starless letters
"what you run away from, only stays with you longer"

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