Saturday 3 October 2009

Taking a sip of you

2009-10-03 1.02am
Through my fingers you're slipping
The sand is running out of the glass
I wonder where you are
in your mind so far away
I reach out my hand to touch you
But a cold breeze slaps me in my face
You turn away and I slip away

The drops of love are still on your lips
I am still up for taking a sip
of the blood that runs through the veins
warm and sweet - full of taste
awakens my lust for you
for one last time
before you turn away
and slip away from me

I never thought I would feel
another heart beat as mine
I never thought I would see
another hand fit mine
I never thought I would find
green and hazel eyes
just like yours and mine.

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