Any moment
not wrapped
in your arms,
tasting your lips,
is just a waste
of the time
that I spend
slipping towards
oblivion
waiting for the
inevitable
heat death
of the universe.
Any moment
not wrapped
in your arms,
tasting your lips,
is just a waste
of the time
that I spend
slipping towards
oblivion
waiting for the
inevitable
heat death
of the universe.