Sweet Rapture

January 10, 2016

Blue lips, purple kiss.

I've never felt like this.

Tongue-tied cinnamon twist.

You taste like pepperment, baby.

Broken heart and a black eye,

I guess, this is my sacrifice.

Tossed to the side,

this is my life.

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