segunda-feira, 23 de abril de 2018

Untamed

His fingers touch,
always want so much,
his lips kiss
every chance and spot my dresses miss
and oh, he's so warm,
says he'll do you no harm
but you know he's a flame
just by the way he says your name.

And if you don't stay alert and watch
you're the next prey to catch;
a girl may be kissed by moonlight
but you're not her, and out of spite
a boy might bite
and burn
and take a heart in return.

17/04/2018

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