Poetry

i’m like a drug–

 

 

i’m like a drug
you can’t shake,
you tell your boys
it’s okay, that bitch
is crazy, you claim.

the high can be found
in the paradise between
my thighs: you only need
to grip the sides to reach
the fruit inside.

will i taste like heaven
or woman? intertwined
I’m the earth before
sunrise; wet and dewy.

you wipe your mouth
with your sleeve because
you never thought
you could find a better
drug than me.

@amateur_poet

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