A Love/A Fantasy Posted by chaya on December 29, 2020December 29, 2020 To shroud me with your golden taste. I lick my lips. I lick the scent away until there is only us. I, who drowns in warmth and drinks you up. Who holds this ghost, who feels fingers slipping. I fear my fingers slipping. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related