the taste you left to form

geekslutnerdgirl

like tenacious blue boys

whiskey numbed throat

almost out of cigarettes...

i couldn't smoke

dry like death but moist like sex

like the salty kisses of angry boys

like them it tastes like dried semen

smells like dirty sheets and sweat beats

and drunken nights without remembering

but really...more like the

morning after all of it.

i think i need to spit you out.

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  • A Boy With Roses

    never seen you round these streets, have to read some more tomorrow when it's not so late and I'm not so drunk, although I have to say I love the line... "like the salty kisses of angry boys"
    very cute, suggestive poem!

    • geekslutnerdgirl

      i am newish here. thanks for the comment. look forward to reading more of your stuff. wishing i was as drunk as you. haha



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