she smelled like wanderlust
and a few drinks too much
her hips against yours
enthralling waltz of whisky sours
and what ifs
two spirits on the edge of a cliff
a cacophony of heartbeats
and desires
in your cage lives a beast
metal bars melting
from the fire of her hands
sliding down your pants
tonight she'll step into your hell
unleashing demons from their cells
but women are so divine
and with your bodies intertwined
your burning netherworld turns to ice
tonight
you'll step into her paradise
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In Lieu of Flowers
PoésieIn Lieu of Flowers let me offer the heaviness of the words my voice can't carry - would appreciate criticism or comments, & feel free to ask & I can read your stuff too🤍- sometimes it's about fucking, sometimes it's the nostalgia of an unhealthy c...
