Today, you left a mark on me.
I had to wear shirts with longer sleeves so that people wouldn't see.
I'm not usually this vulnerable, I don't know what's the matter.
But when you pull me close, I always find my answer.
Our kisses can be compared to earthquakes and cyclones; an unstoppable natural disaster.
Dear father, please forgive me for craving his touch.
He's starting to inflict pain, but I can't seem to get enough.

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Cocaine kisses
PoetryOnce upon a time, we shared our wicked blisses. But in the end, they were nothing but cocaine kisses. Highest ranking: #42 in poetry