December 25, 2018 • 1:13 AM

❛ ＭＩＳＳ ❜

Missing the kiss
Missing the lips
Missing the hips
Missing the tips

Full of heat
That's crimson like fire
That I can still feel on my hands
Of how soft it is that it mends

Too soft that I'm afraid
That I'm going to crashed her inside
My arms full of longing and hungry
For the affection she showered in my veins.