Her opiate scent lingers
her delicate petals bloom,
bloom around my fingers,
wrapped in the cigarette’s brume.
That deep ripe mouth presses on mine,
her tender vessel throbbing,
her trembling throat bruised like wine,
and sorrowful eyes sobbing
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Author:
Mae (
Offline) - Published: May 6th, 2018 10:49
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Comments1
Very good emotive write.
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