10:58pm. 03-08-15
Lurking in shadows
You pounced on my neck
Your fangs sank into my flesh
Oh how that gives me a rush of pleasure down my spine
Two to three splifs and I see my neck become a feeding post
Blood dripping down my neck
I touch it and i shiver mmmmm
Four more hits and I 'm your servant of pain
Over and over again until I knock out ito a vortex of purple clouds
Groovy
Piered thighs and shoulders
Oh yes !
Then I wake to a bruised neck, red ,purple blue
the smell of kush, sour, amnesia,and charcoal
Oh me oh my how high am I ?
The blends are heavenly
The aroma drives me crazy
YOU ARE READING
My Tongue Is A Pen Of A Ready Writer
PoetryHere are a collection of poetry I have written within my teenage years, early adult life . I hope you all enjoy.
