... addiction ..., ... beauty ..., ... experimental ..., ... ghosts ..., ... girl ..., ... kiss ..., ... life ..., ... lips ..., ... love ..., ... pain ..., ... poem ..., ... poems ..., ... poetry ..., ... relationships ..., ... sex ..., ... sins ..., ... the South ..., ... time ...

sex, drugs, and …

there’s no
drunk like
the stupor
that beguiles
me when the
liquor of
your voice
drips low
inside.

and no
high quite
as heavy
as your
beating breasts
pressed into
the warm
contours of
mine.

what music
would you
make with
the silky
wet walls
around your
soul; should
you drag me
across those
pristine strings?

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4 thoughts on “sex, drugs, and …

  1. Why the hell haven’t I been over here more? The sultry, sexy, just plain amazing-ness of this piece is kicking me in the shins with the question. It’s been, simply, too long.

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