Flickering Bliss
My skin thirst for a kiss from those scalding lips.
As my eyes flicker into my head, I have found the sweetness of pain.
My body has become the canvas to my misery,
and I now see pleasure and pain are one thing of the same.
As the intensity of feeling blurs the shapes and edges of my thoughts,
my breath reeks of bliss.
my skin thirst for the lips of the iron kiss.
Copyright © Sandy Wilson | Year Posted 2017
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