Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Sublime


his skin smells like
that cherished old book
whose pages hold the
journey we undertook

his kiss smells like
that morning sunshine
which brings in 
a rush of dopamine

 although it feels 
too good to be true
i know deep down 
that our love is sublime

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