Subtle ExistanceA Poem by Ryan Nicole
she loves scorching hot baths,
so blistering and humid, that it turns her faded skin, into a dark rose pigment. he loves the delicate pleasure, of the way the stars stare, into his glassy eyes, while inhaling sweet air. she loves the feeling, of his hand on her jaw, as he lightly skims her body, to unbind her bra. he loves her violent breathes, so bold and enraged, as they dance on his neck, like ink on a page. she loves the subtle way, that she exists next to him, his hands tangled in her hair, and the lights veered dim. © 2015 Ryan Nicole |
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