Josephine is on the loose
Her fangs beginning to grow
A flower cocktail to induce
Her thirst for lustful sin we know
She pulls her magic carpet above her head
Her eyes oozing with tease
Sip some cherry-rose of red
Come and have your pleasure if you please
Silver buckles constricting flesh for pleasure
I unclasp with my teeth
It makes us feel as light as a feather
For me to take my treasure from beneath
Oh,how high we fly
Like "Lucy In The Sky"
Drugs on sex
Sex on drugs
Is the greatest high.
Written By;W.J.G.🕊
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W.J.G.🕊 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I'd like to clarify,and explain the last line. First and foremost,The feelings of LOVE IS,AND ALWAYS WILL BE THE ULTIMATE HIGH! What I'm expressing in my last line here,is,..for me personally,I've never really enjoyed being high unless having sex. With the exceptions of marijuana,magic mushrooms,and LSD.
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