Thirsty

by MyHalozChokinMe   Sep 30, 2012


I could call you a cool glass of water.

I'm not going to because you're so much more.

You're a tall glass of Georgia peach iced tea,

Condensation drops forming from the dying summer heat.

You're each ice cube that cools my lips, leaving

sweet secrets tangled on my tongue.

No wonder I find myself thirsty all the time;

Claiming dehydration,

just to have

another sip.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    It is good to see this side of your writing. I hope you continue to write more.

  • 11 years ago

    by MyHalozChokinMe

    Hahahah, but I don't write LOVE poems.

    *kicks shit*

  • 11 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    See how excited I get lol double post eek!

  • 11 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    Freakin looooove this, very sensual and beautiful write, my only critisism is this should be in love poema not misc lol

    pther than that a wonderful write x

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