Her perfume washes over me
with the heady scent of
hot rain, citrus, and betrayal
a waterfall of intoxication
catching me in the current
and pulling me under.
My lips linger on her fingertips
dreading the taste of alcohol
I will find on her wrists
but I am tempted with the promise
of the sinful scent of summer
and lies.
She is my intimate impending doom
crushing morals with a kiss
she is secretive sunsets nestled
close to barely restrained desires
she is animal instincts and carnal wants
I envisage that she is mine, but she belongs to no one.














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The one thing you don't do enough
Is to stretch beyond your own limits
To pause and move outside yourself
Look at your world from a different perspective
You'll be surprised how much you miss
Just by thinking you miss nothing at all. - Gilad
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The one thing you don't do enough
Is to stretch beyond your own limits
To pause and move outside yourself
Look at your world from a different perspective
You'll be surprised how much you miss
Just by thinking you miss nothing at all. - Gilad
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The one thing you don't do enough
Is to stretch beyond your own limits
To pause and move outside yourself
Look at your world from a different perspective
You'll be surprised how much you miss
Just by thinking you miss nothing at all. - Gilad
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Poetic Visions of an Uncut Mind: [link]
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The one thing you don't do enough
Is to stretch beyond your own limits
To pause and move outside yourself
Look at your world from a different perspective
You'll be surprised how much you miss
Just by thinking you miss nothing at all. - Gilad
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Creator of =DailyLitDeviations
My Book:
Poetic Visions of an Uncut Mind: [link]
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