The days that accomany you;
Impeccable and exquisite,
like you.
You correct any flaw;
of mine,
of today,
and I can't recall the last time I was blessed by your touch.
Your presence;
it's the tinted snow on your skin I desire,
I long for.
It's the melted snow I fear.
You smell like heaven,
you taste like something more prominent,
and both linger in the air;
in my mouth.
The flavor and scent mingle,
and promenade.
And I am left,
quivering.
I noticed the bit of light shining through the blinds,
and imagined sky-blue orbs,
staring.
Gleaming.
The snow or skin framing the pale, perfect being blessed me, glowing.
Broke me, fading.
And I wonder through this prison,
lost.
It's too dark to see.
My light has gone.
But aren't I, like you, liable to light?
To happiness, and innocence?
To answers.
I shiver.
The air you scent so well,
feels unusually cold.
Goosebumps;
Are you mocking me?
Dancing on my skin with such distance.
And an uneasiness finds it's way upon me as I approach my cell-door.
It's free to open and close as I-
and you-
please.
Action has been taken,
and I depart from my prison only for a moments.
There's white, and only white.
And I am blinded by the phlegmatic beauty.
And yours.
Is this my own heat I feel?
At such a low temperature,
I'd gained an idea that I'd pass-
peacefully, painfully, slowly.
But my body is tight, and warm.
I can feel my arms mold into a position,
only fitting for someone of your standards.
The heavenly scent is back.
And that superior taste grants me once more.
Impeccable and exquisite,
like you.
You correct any flaw;
of mine,
of today,
and I can't recall the last time I was blessed by your touch.
Your presence;
it's the tinted snow on your skin I desire,
I long for.
It's the melted snow I fear.
You smell like heaven,
you taste like something more prominent,
and both linger in the air;
in my mouth.
The flavor and scent mingle,
and promenade.
And I am left,
quivering.
I noticed the bit of light shining through the blinds,
and imagined sky-blue orbs,
staring.
Gleaming.
The snow or skin framing the pale, perfect being blessed me, glowing.
Broke me, fading.
And I wonder through this prison,
lost.
It's too dark to see.
My light has gone.
But aren't I, like you, liable to light?
To happiness, and innocence?
To answers.
I shiver.
The air you scent so well,
feels unusually cold.
Goosebumps;
Are you mocking me?
Dancing on my skin with such distance.
And an uneasiness finds it's way upon me as I approach my cell-door.
It's free to open and close as I-
and you-
please.
Action has been taken,
and I depart from my prison only for a moments.
There's white, and only white.
And I am blinded by the phlegmatic beauty.
And yours.
Is this my own heat I feel?
At such a low temperature,
I'd gained an idea that I'd pass-
peacefully, painfully, slowly.
But my body is tight, and warm.
I can feel my arms mold into a position,
only fitting for someone of your standards.
The heavenly scent is back.
And that superior taste grants me once more.