Thursday, January 9, 2025

Fiend

Breathing you in like Indica,
Swirling around my mind-
Leaving my body feeling the highest, of highs

Floating on these purple clouds,
Cloud Nine- far from coming down,
Coughing as you fill my lungs- with each gasp of pleasure I take

Never knew I could get this drunk,
On just one touch - 
Red lips, like red wine- smeared on both of us.

I'm on my knees, begging "Please"- let me just take a hit,
Your drug is the ultimate bliss.
I need more of it.

You see me raw, and down me like a shot of whiskey neat, when I say "No"
Yet, pop me like a bottle of champagne, when I say "Go"

Curb my cravings with a tease of absinthe and licorice, 
Just to bring me to the very edge of all of it-
I'd be willing to jump, just to feel the rush.

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