Saturday, August 19, 2006

the prisoner

Imagine our kiss.

My lips, slightly parted.
Yours, tender and moist.
The warmth of your cheek, the touch of your skin.
The blush when our noses bump.
My eyes like glass. Breathless.
And every bad thing in my life vanishes, what lingers is the scent of you.

And it will be then that I become
A prisoner of your kiss.