Someone
A tender touch of your raw lips
Warms my cooled blood.
The gentle trace of your stern jaw
By my graceful, broken touch.
I navigate the icy sapphire
below your darkened brow.
Tempted, chained to you;
There is no escape now.
Copyright © Heather Lewis | Year Posted 2009
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