Sep 5, 2020
1 min read
Cheers Mate
To quench one’s thirst, an elixir of temptation
A dry croak of help, release
can I please, process some ease
would the breeze that runs, the calm of heaven that swiftly flees
the slow, slippery words that spread, on your lips
as I undressed, my eyes that dropped the veil once shed
for you who stands in my heart, duress makes haste
