gasoline
i wish we hadnt touched cause your touch are made out of gasoline, mixed with maples, honeys like sweet mouth of merlin your touch are a strange mixture that wakes my every nerves it is comfortable, sweet and explosive this strange mixture intoxicate my willing skin like a flammable line attached to every thought of you it flows in my system yet can burn anytime but it kept me up at night, craving for this crime it stings at days your name are mentioned, only to be assigned to anyone but mine the touch i felt months ago are now a constant reminder that hours, days, week, spent without it are moments of suffer at time where night has fallen into the pond of loneliness and fears it becomes the ingredients of tears infuriating sense constantly battling the need of your touch and the fact that youre gone and these fact that youre somebody elses are the match that causes fire flaming through my system till iam lost to the core leaving trace of burned affairs in the back of...