judging by the way you look at me
I assume there would be daggers in her eyes
if she could feel the heat
we were swimming in together.
like a never ending highway
the lights flickered across your face
leaving your body in shadow
(sometimes the darkest places are the warmest.)
opportunity
lit this fire
and you
made me an arsonist.
You have the talent of making me realize
I'm not better than this
but I'm so damn good
at playing with your darkness.
Your scent is a sin
so how can I not breathe you in
when you taste as good as you feel
all this seat needs to do
is fall back
so your warmth melts into mine
and I can judge
the sincerity in your hands
when we play.
11.11.06
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