cure-all

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you'd be drunk on me baby
if you snuffed in a chestful
of this spice sweet me
doused in patchouli
the back of my neck
let you lick it away
along with this fragmented
broken up shattered
batter dipped brain matter'd
non sense rent space
lick me clean
a fresh slate
new state
of water based angst
evaporating
with the touch
of your tongue.

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sweet GA peachessweet GA peachesover 18 years ago
HoTTTT IS NOT

the word...

drunk, why I am dizzy now,

and wanting more..

more.. and more...

SPIN ...ME .

-sGp-

AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
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batter dipped brain matter!!!!!!!!

love it!

as

AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
Lick

This poem is delish. It slides off my tongue slicker than me in you

Selena_KittSelena_Kittover 18 years ago
Oh yes!

Fantastic rhythm, like a drumbeat, caught me right up. Wow.

AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
omg...

now thats what I call hoTT..yes it is..sweet essense of soul delight...sighs...blue