Loving Me...

Loving me is dangerous. A healthy vice that grips your heart just right. Levative mediums are my kisses. The words of a gypsy's lost gaze. A game of Chess we play with crystals. Bleeding half baked with another heart's pumping motivation of another tomorrow. Honey dipped sighs. Justified bite-marks and upside-down umbrellas catching the gold flakes grated off my tongue. Early beginnings and late endings. Releasing euphoric pants. Drink my time and count my wine. Take me twice a day, unveil lucidity.