The Glass Pours Blood
His eyes blaze gold.
My heart stutters
His fingers gently trace.
Leaving trails of fire in there wake
Down a warm ragged body.
My lips touch his.
A gentle sigh leaves his lips
His hand holds mine intertwined in endless knots
Our combined pulse rises and speeds to a march
Our candle ingnites into a fire that consumes everything
Our lovely silhouette
Casts shadows in the night
His eyes bleed colors as his breath becomes ragged
as my heart breaks
My hand now trembles.
Missing foreign contact
His cups were always empty.
I guess i just forgot that
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