pick your poison, my sweet caramel
you had me transfixed, sucking on your fingertips
take this body as your own, your little doll to put in a home
play with me, toy with my mind
smile at me, kiss me so kind
your nails on my spine twisted my mind, desire in my blood and fire in your eyes
push my buttons, holographic spheres in the grass
play with my lips, spit bubbles turn to strings with your hands on my ass
we try pushing back time but it never works
tired hazel eyes and strings of words
pop the bubble kiss me double causing trouble
33 degrees and nothing hurts
YOU ARE READING
666XXX
Poetrya series of the 666 diaries, this is number 3. started in april 2016, ended jan 2017.
