Addiction Of His Wintry Skin
Addiction Of His Wintry Skin
The gust of wind holds snowy mystery,
For his skin pricked with white crystals;
Never breathes & never shivers,
In the efforts to pierce my skin to enter within.
With every picture snapped with him,
I see the horror; the horror of exchanging soul,
I see the scars; scars of trapped in agitation,
He walks freezing every vein of my blood.
Bewitching smile as cold as frosty sunset,
Subsumes my peace & turns my blood frozen,
Unkempt nails scratch my skin till the depth of spine,
While I restlessly feel turbulence with his every touch.
His presence as paradoxical as vampires in images,
Recalls the venoms feels ambrosia of paradise,
I am addicted; with his aura & golden gazes,
I am lost in the frame of our frozen togetherness.