Kingalcohol

Perfect perfume
the scent of you
descents on me

Inside embrace
this isn't cage
there's no grievance
inside your grace

Indifferent fume
the burning touch
unaware of time

Fingers only leave
to arrive again
to feel the air
gaps in your hair

The moment before
closing our starry eyes
and our lips interlock

For the price of love
I'd sell you my soul
for a piece of gold
you carry inside
your goldmine