Breaking you from your stem has got to be the height your tease.
Then you make me crush you with my hands so you can fill my fingers with the smell of you.
Sometimes wishing the paper wasn't between us as we make contact,
So I can get a taste of you.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Mary Jane
PuisiA short collection of poetry, a tribute to the herb "Marijuana" **** Every word and sentence in this collection was constructed by me and no form of plagiarism*** *****The pictures in these poems are not mine**** ***** I would love to hear you th...
