Lustfully His

by Martika - Aries

His kisses burn
Like cigarettes
Trailing razor 
Stripe lust
Down my thighs
I taste the blood
And lick the sin
Wondering where
It all really began
He exists within
The realm of
The wicked
All senses be damned
When he comes around
There is no end
There is no chance
There is only this

Birth sign: Aries
Date created: 2001-11-29 12:36:41
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:45:21
Poem ID: 65970

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