The sound of your peaceful voice
Was like whiskey to my thirsty eyes
Daisies brushing through my lips and soul
Leaving me alive, for a clear divide
Sentiments, a delusional loop perhaps,
I asked you to recite and it hit me, like you're mine
I didn't know how many rounds did I
I was high, on something I could never buy
Your money it is or is it your sign?
How are we celebrating? I finished that night...
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 12th, 2024 00:29
- Category: Erotic
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Comments2
" It hit me , like you're mine"- the illusion I have no power to let go of .
You got it....that's what I meant...
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