Let the petals fall on the your lips.
Do you you taste the ink oozing from my tips?
How often do you kiss the blossoms between her hips?
Is it piquant? A Sweet squirt? - I bet u lick your fingers?
Baptise in the glory of our misery.
Do you enjoy reliving our mental history?
How often do you drink the tears of our own toxicity?
I bet its a killer? A derange trigger? - The soul vulnerability.
Procrastinate with me till noon.
Do you chase the words living on your phone?
How often do your eyes bloodshot under the full moon?
Is it sapid? A resonant tune? - The heart's blue moon?
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Roses and Religion | ✓
PoetryA collection of poetry based on the writer's emotions and nightly fanciful experiences.
