Mary JaneThe bitch keeps calling me Perched in my attention, she Yells out her name, and Begs me to come. Nagging whines Seductive demise She smirks knowing that I’ll give in.Mary Jane
Pursed lips quiver at the thought The psychosomatic sensation takes Away my irritability and pain Until her memory’s fade slaps me back To reality.
Urging deigns Slip me into addiction's taboo. I want her. I need her. Consumed I Forget my strength and will Give in to her sex.
Oh well, there’s always next week.
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I suppose this is me slowly dying,
smearing myself against you, against the words I write,
leaving little bits like bright red Christmas presents,
moist and smelling like old iron artillery.
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