Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Writing

They Say That I’m Cold And Unfeeling

My passions run deep.
I am devoted to desire,
drunk on our last kiss
and each inch of me aches for more.
I am faithful but full of fire,
dangerous but a damsel,
dropping in and out of a dream,
but always offering my hand,
offering my lips,
offering my soul to you.

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