Ky'ma

By: siet

Your touch against my skin makes my

nerves sing like crystal sending this sick

shiver through my lungs


More than anything I want to take your

perfect body delicate curve of your muscle and

the velvet skin that coats you


Take it and reduce it to ashes reduce you to

where you came from anything to get you

off of my body out of my mind

away from my heart

KYMADARK
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