Thursday, December 11, 2014

Sweet Lover

Sweet lover
Trespassing
Night watches
Gasping


His tobacco kisses
My mascara tears
Entwined, fine wine
He says,
You are mine.


I need no opium,
No meth, no vallium
Blue ice, fire blood,
Shirts on the carpet
Night blushes,
day dreams
I smirk,
He joins.

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