Sunday, July 3, 2016

Because Of You--Black Series

Your taste
in my heart
lies there
like a 
memory.

The feel
of your fingers
on mine
a gentle 
caress 
in my 
mind.

That look
to see if
I'm still there
as if 
I would ever
leave 
you.

Sounds
echoing in 
my ears
the constant
droning of
the world
outside
disappears.

Your smell
sinking into me
changing 
my very DNA
who 
I am
what I've
become.

I sit here
washed
cleansed in 
you
bathed 
in 
your soul.

Sanctify me
I ask
but you
always reply
I am
what you've 
made me
I only
exist
because of
you.




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