It is the smell. The warm smell that leaves the skin and mixes with the air, slowly breeding in, deeping the heart in tranquility and peace. It is quiet now...
It is the skin, the warm soft skin curving your body, shaping it into a dark form, gently lying in bed. When touched, takes away all nightmares running wild into your dreams. Erases the monster in me...
Addictive, to beg like a child born yesterday, hurting when the blood flows through your veins.
Lost. Just a distant dream; dead in the shores of a strange country...
It is the skin, the warm soft skin curving your body, shaping it into a dark form, gently lying in bed. When touched, takes away all nightmares running wild into your dreams. Erases the monster in me...
Addictive, to beg like a child born yesterday, hurting when the blood flows through your veins.
Lost. Just a distant dream; dead in the shores of a strange country...
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