Midnight Romance
This small kiss placed on my lips I smile at
Behind my eyes, a deep blood red appears
For the lust, I feel is nowhere near flat
Black Obsidian of this midnight nears
Romance, breathe it in your lungs like gray smoke
love radiating heat like dark charcoal
smelling light pink of roses, I awoke
The kisses down my neck, my heart, he stole
The porcelain of my skin pressed against,
His deep ivory, we're the perfect match
Like a light blue in the sky uncondensed
And a green absinthe, he would likely catch
My heart in his hands like a brown sable
"I promise this is love not a fable"
Copyright © Cheyenne Harrison | Year Posted 2017
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