Chocolate and ice
Oh, you are my constant vice.
A touch of your skin,
You tell me is a sin -
Then call me a sinner,
Call me a constant dreamer
If in my sensuous worship
I slip from reality grip.
To my lips, you taste so bitter -
My addiction that's so better.
Euphoria, my racing thought...
Redemption I seek not from my lot.
Here is my saintly worship
In body, soul and kissing.
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A Piece of Heartbreak
PuisiA young adult poem detailing a friendship as it move from love to a sad breakup. Loving is hard, sometimes it doesn't always work and in the end you have to let someone go though with a hurt, but over time you will get over it. Pls don't forget to g...
