Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Large Numbers Of Broken Capillaries



asleep on my lips
Breath the air of the night.
In my dreams deep
Your angel face merges.

Reminiscent of remembrance
one sweet night where I could t'interdire
The enjoyment of my body left
which you widely abused
Before abandoning
Without even giving me a kiss.

Aware of my weakness
I still enjoy your touch
And have constantly tormenting me
To have been able to satisfy you
To then be abandoned.

O ephemeral pleasures
Who left the bitter taste
In my mouth dry.

I was your lover
For one night only
And I am crying
it can not be otherwise.

© 2011 Priscilla

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