I crave your attention
like its pharmaceutical
and I'm addicted.
I love every detail
from your curvature
to the toes on your feet.
I wonder what's your flavor.
Are you salty, bitter,
Are you sweet?
I crave your soul and body
Serve it on a golden platter
Like the devil makes ends meet
She keeps me full,
A full course meal
So I give her mine to please
God's a woman,
I must satisfy her needs; but first and foremost
Her man deserves to eat.
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Introspect
Poetry(2017-19) "Here lies the dark thoughts and words of mine. We may be real; We will one day seize from existence. But a thought, intangible and imaginary, is beyond reality and may never die unless ignorance behold us. So although we'll one...
