Fill me up, like wine filling up an alcoholics' glass.
Their temptation, their necessity.
Tease me, like handing them a fresh cup of liquor.
Hold open my mouth gently,
pour it down; a bittersweet taste.
Hold the bottle by its neck, until I am begging for more.
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Begging In The Abyss
PoetryIf you would enjoy reading about the abyss of life, love, hope and all else in the form of poetry, well then I think you've found the right place.
