Do me, honey Poem, by Alan R, at My poetic side

Watch you driving, shifting the car gears

Those veins, teasing me to suck your skin

Or the darker feels, of the throbbing sheers

I do drugs, when I don't do fear

Will you be my camomile honey tea?

Or Coffee perhaps, I could use that slap

A rush, a push, that starts this spree

I do drugs, freestyle alchemy

Keep cuming for you, a picture I've set

Will I run out of this elixir of pleasure?

Damn this thirst, why isn't it dead

I do drugs, right here in bed

Been to places with you, quite a few

Deeper, faster and then slower than time

Preserve you like the first morning dew

I do drugs, why is this

new?

-Al

Do me, honey