I like the way you invade my nose and sting the back of my throat the way you envelope my lungs with your smoke, I'm addicted to your kiss, I know it's not love, I yearn for your touch but its never enough, we're problematic you see toxic through and through oh dear nicatine perched between my lips you are something I look forward to.
S.G-B
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My Sea Of Poems
PoetryJust some things I work on not professional in any way shape or form, let me know what you think. These poems are quite personal to me and I do warn you things do get a little deep sometimes.
