Kim V. Poetry

Tasting your lips, touching you’re skin, holding you close; like love letters on an open fire, I’m burning for you.

You’re no good for me.
I know it.
Your dangerous eyes, pierce like daggers.
Your hands, rough and gentle at the same time, singe my soul with a single caress.

Dying a little bit, every time that I’m with you.
Killing me slowly.
Engulfing me.

You’re reckless.
You are reckless.
Your reckless ways, burning me from the inside out.
And I let you.

I can’t stop it.
I don’t want to.
I let it burn through me.
Because loving you is Hell.

Kim V. Poetry