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My Crush Is A Drug Addict
My crush is the drug addict.
On a daily, she sniffs and puffs at my backyard,
But I am too amazed to be bothered.
It's one of the reasons I like her.
It is to me a necessity she gets high.
It gives her the morale that is nothing
To be hidden over her thighs.
That way, I get something appealing for my eyes.
But do not get me wrong.
I am not just a spectator of God's wonders.
I tend to enter this Canaan flowing with
Milk and red light flesh,
To taste and touch,
All Monday night and for lunch.
The last time I tried to speak my heart.
My limbs wobbled at her bloodshot eyes,
And of thoughts past,
My lascivious imaginations lost their foundation.
My crush is a masterpiece of God creature,
With a body that made strong waves at my sea.
At her sight, my wall of Jericho fell flat.
Yet, the tenacity to toss my coin is yet to be.
© Sodimu David
On a daily, she sniffs and puffs at my backyard,
But I am too amazed to be bothered.
It's one of the reasons I like her.
It is to me a necessity she gets high.
It gives her the morale that is nothing
To be hidden over her thighs.
That way, I get something appealing for my eyes.
But do not get me wrong.
I am not just a spectator of God's wonders.
I tend to enter this Canaan flowing with
Milk and red light flesh,
To taste and touch,
All Monday night and for lunch.
The last time I tried to speak my heart.
My limbs wobbled at her bloodshot eyes,
And of thoughts past,
My lascivious imaginations lost their foundation.
My crush is a masterpiece of God creature,
With a body that made strong waves at my sea.
At her sight, my wall of Jericho fell flat.
Yet, the tenacity to toss my coin is yet to be.
© Sodimu David
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