Me
Sunday, September 28, 2014
Blinded, trusting
You give me direction at every turn
It feels so good it hurts
You have me crying out for more.
In hindsight
Should have heeded the warnings
Darkness envelops me
As my heart breaks
In a million different pieces
Your honey crisp kisses
Linger on my skin
Such sweet memories
Of days gone by
Sunday, September 7, 2014
Blinded
Bound
Ice
Hot wax
My binding
Trust
In
You
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