Reverie #4

Twirling and whirling a dearly concoction
Poison me with your poignant words
As I drift away into the layers of my qualms
Tuck me with a peck on my lips
I long for the loneliest nights
Stranded by the wettest spell you casted
Peace was never an option
Sheets still warm with the past desire
My soul burns in last night’s fire

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