I am drunk with your thoughts
Tonight
I whisper your name
In the silent shadows
But it echoes
The glass of wine spills
Through my mounds
To the dense valley
I wish to see you there
Waiting for me
I taste like none
For I am an enchantress
Leisurely, I fill your being
You yearn to die in me
But l spare you
So that every breathe you take
Reminds you
Of me
The way, I die millions times
Thinking of you.
©LR
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