Last Breath (A Poetry)

the exorcised tremble
of your hands against
my cold, blue cheeks
is under the shadows
of the bright, white moon.
our lips are almost touching,
both rough and textured
from our raw sensual encounter earlier.
with our eyes wide
as we let the dark smokes in,
we released a rustling thought.
hooo. hooo. hooo.
three little puffs from your
chaffed-skin lips
and i take all into my mouth.
this hunger i have is starting
to kill and burn me.
it is becoming to tell me
what we have will not fill.
hooo. haaa. hooo. haaa.
this is the last breath i saved
for you.


Thank you for reading this story. I hope you’ll read a lot from me. If you ever feel the need to give me some writing advice, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.

let me hold your words before you leave;

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