I think I’m drowning in the green of your eyes.
Can’t help but drown in your voice,
Vibrating against my ribcage.
Sinking into the warmth of your cold, cold skin.
I think I’m suffocating,
With the taste of your poisonous lips.
Holding mine, the tracing of your fingertips,
Makes me sink further and further,
Beneath the green, envying foam.
I think I must be drowning.
Drowning in ecstasy,
Drowning in you.
And yet my lungs are so filled,
That I can’t help, but want you to drown too.
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