The Parasite
Fantasies o' thy coffee sips,
Throwin' away t'at clip,
Part o' thy cheek b'ween my teeth,
Stare'th thou, as I wetten t'se hairs with my saliva,
Love o' thee, like the bound o' t'at nail b'ween t'se wooden chairs,
My lips above chin o' thy, stares,
Bosom o' thy, struck'th o' my chest,
Lovin' till the night resurrects,
Where my soul, for thy kisses reincarnates,
O' the invincible shore, our dying love incepts,
Fingers o' mine, o' spine o' spine o' thee,
Tongue o' my lips, b'ween thy teeth lick'th be,
O' t'se unexpected moments o' love's plight,
H've me thou infected o' thee n'ck,
Like the final parasite.
Copyright © Awsaaf Ali | Year Posted 2014
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