SFCityDom (c) 2007
The last time
That hit
That sweet-complicate smoke
Swirling through her mouth and racing in my brain
Moments of fear and angst
Within hours of pleasure
Threats of
Flesh and Friction
The moment is done
Never long enough
That next hit
Never soon enough
Quit?
There is no rehab
Where is my kit
Only the fix will do
Wow.
I know the feeling …
Posted by: wordslut | March 09, 2007 at 11:55 PM
Great couplet at the end.
Posted by: Christine | June 25, 2009 at 02:57 AM