It's starting again.
The weird ache in my stomach when I hear your name, it holds so much good anxiety that I feel giddy when thinking of you.
That sickening high we all got from spinning a few too many times on the merry-go-round.
My whole desire is to drown myself within you.
In your mind and soul, I want to know what drives you to madness.
To anger.
I want to know what brings you peace -
what else other than what's between my legs and the back of my throat.
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Pink Blunts - Poetry
PoetryPink Blunts is a collection of my minds ideas. Let's say I'm trying to make sense of my brains none sense! Whether high or sober, our hearts and minds never stop wanting... wanting more in life, more love, hatred, lust and other things. We're all...
