And I have always been one to walk away from a fight
But I can't walk away from you.
You are the last hissed word under a breath,
You are the breaking of the camel's back,
And I still just want to kiss your mouth.
But you’ve brought a gun to a knife fight,
No, you are the gun in a knife fight,
A game I don’t know the rules to,
But I’ll place a bet anyway.
Now I know why Eve bit the fruit,
I bet it tasted almost as sweet as you.
And I always loved the fire just as much as I feared it,
And you are the candle on the wooden table,
The burning on my finger tips.
And I want to bury myself in your lips,
I want to lose myself in your hips,
But I know I must resist,
Because you are the burning at the wick,
And I am built from wooden sticks.
London based music and lifestyle photographer & sometime writer.
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