Sunday, 26 March 2017
Afrodisiac
With the pace of a tweet
My tiny heart beats
As she drags my wits
with the taste of her tits
Like a poet in painful splits
I churn rhymes for her bliss
Just so i may earn a kiss
On her delicate sensual lips
@plsucre
Thursday, 9 March 2017
Crystal meth
Veers like a ship on stormy sea
enchanting like the moonlight at noon
real beauty so addictive to see
only i can feel the sweet pain
never shall i stop the bubble
In chaos mind and heart tussles
Craving for an ounce of life
Always my meth, my kryptonite
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