#131

TrappedScratching the surfaceAfter, the tongue plays the gameThe bite, the sting is allHe is certain of being real About to close the door heLet you in.... you infected The lot and the water holeHe just can't get enough of you He closes his eyes, letting youPass him by, wishing to be byyour side, the glimmer in your eyeHe … Continue reading #131