Tropical

I hunger for…

The troubled playmate…

Straps around…

Heroin tracks surrounding…

Love taps…

The vein perhaps…

The shame of still living…

Her entrapped in…

As I am the…

Penetration of the orchid…

From the back end….

No issues…

Surface swollen…

beneath…

Some…

Afternoon…

Or morning…

In the yard is…

Hopscotch…

lollipops…

Sweet dreams…

Ambien circumstances…

Till I’m asleep…

We practice….

Hollow minded…

Earth wind and fire…

Dietary elementst…

I’m the one…

The flame…

That…

Framed…

Indentations…

Instantly…

Thumb print Mark’s…

Left…

Marking territory…

With in this vision…

Witty…

friendly…

Toe nails clutching…

Into my skin…

Finger nails broken…

In…

Burglaries…

Till my back bleeds…

Exits leaking sin…

Don’t you ever…

Have mercy on me…

I’m your King…

You…

My Queen….

We being descendants of those…

From our creator…

The perfect match maker

Wake up…

Shes…

Spinning around…

In her own quivers…

She takes the shirt off…

My body’s…..

Greeting the bearer…

of skin…

Softly rubbing aginst…

Mine for connection…

With no braw selection…

Or maybe some…

Bright orange color…

My eyes had missed it…

The spice in between…

Her notebooks pages…

Cracks heavy metal…

In her diary…

Entries…

As she pictures…

Me…

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