There’s an alternate life I’d rather be living One with less strife And much more forgiving
He sets alight the blood in my veins Drives me through storms and hurricanes I breathe him in by moonlight And I lose my appetite When his kisses drown out my hunger pains
His head is cradled by his pillow His lover’s caresses are light as a ghost Sleep whispers to him, soft and low Even his dreams want to pull him in close
Stop. Stop being fragile. Don’t etch his words into your bones. Just breathe for a while. No more sinister undertones.
Only when I have kissed all his kisses And breathed his aroma so deep That all I can feel are my blisses Only then can I fall into sleep
#001 The afternoon had dragged on. The sun was completing its daily surveillance of the world outside his office window, while he continued to work on a particularly troublesome report, determined to submit it before he left for the …