Blue beauty looked stunning.
Lost and always delicate.
A kiss of light and I'm hooked.
A sleeping hesitation means mouth to mouth,
and still some people lose contact.
Soft eyes always haunt my touch,
and love dreams of dark and beautiful shapes.
I'm scared to feel your whiskey red kiss,
and your fingers over my skin are unbearable.
My heart still longs for your skin.
But it's purely hardness behind your face.
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