by breathwords | May 24, 2018 | Wicked Words
I called your touch heaven, loved the way it felt as it shot through my veins. You were a scorch-light, burn bright type of blaze — the type of fire that steals your breath and leaves you drowning in the flames (I’ll never look at fire the...
by breathwords | Jun 5, 2016 | Wicked Words
You’re the shot of whisky burning straight to my core, the heat and the sting that makes me crave more, such fabricated bliss wrapping me up in the oblivion of its hold Breath_words©...