the night spilled into my hair / when he corroded my copper skin / with his starry eyes / i saw his candy lips move / but all I heard was smoke / never wanted that sugar rush badder before / his cold chain pierced my collor bones / when his forehead pecked mine /
he smiles / his smile / like poetry on napkins / like torn books in rusty libraries / like cheap cigarettes passed around / white lines sniffed too hard on bathroom floors / like cracked pavements behind old whorehouses /
he smiles / leaning into my blazing glare / intruding into my floating dreams / my rosy breasts / that won't fit in his burning palms / swollen with a blossoming want---
i want him to beg. i want him to cry. i want him to lick. i want him to swallow. i want him to choke. i want him to fuck me. i want him to fuck. i want to fuck him. i want him. i want him. i want him i want him i want him i want him iwanthimiwanthimidososobad.
---as my black botched nails / retracted between my thighs /
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saved by a 𝓫𝓸𝔂? devoured by a 𝓫𝓸𝔂?
Poetry❛❛i wasn't a smoker till he gave me a cigarette with his number on it. i don't know when he became my favourite cigarette brand to smoke...❛❛ --- !CAUTION! not for the boys...
