Friday, April 18, 2014

I smell the coffee on your lips

Hazelnut, mixed with words you refuse to speak to me

I smell the butterscotch on your skin

Like Jeffrey pines, mixed with caresses you refuse to lavish me with

I smell the pie in your hair

Enticing blueberry, mixed with thoughts you refuse to reveal to me

I close my eyes, and start to inhale, inhale, inhale.

How can rejection be this insanely sweet?

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