Twist the velvet
Wrapped around your curving shoulders.
And breathe me a kiss
That is laced in the wine from our evening.
Your eyes hold a subtle
Hint of what I’ve come to notice
About you.
Just the fevered rays of a sun that I’ve been lacking.
Just the warmth of something meant to be staying.
Rather than run,
I will drown, in the sun and its heat.
Modern Romanticism 
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