Devouring The Devoted

A
subtle
thought
Apart
from
who
You
see
I
don’t
rain
on
Parades
I
leave
A
chemical
of
Aromas
built
By
Chilled
atoms
To
A
Tantric
mental
Catching
Your
Mind
like
Fly
paper
It
never
goes
Away
Pheromones
Special
guest
Hitting
the
nasal
Inhaled
turning
Eyes
from
black
To
hazel
Now
you
are
trapped
In
my
rum
drunken
Legs
Drunk
Waking
you
up
Like
America
running
On
Duncan
Morning
Hot
Coffee
Donuts
I’m
like
shoes
that
fit
You
just
right
I’ll
wear
You
on
me
like
a
balaclava
eyes
hold
Fire
before
I
run
In
your
bank
To
Withdraw
From
Sticking
Up
Blushing
Comet
Orgasmic
Lips
To
Kiss

Way Way Way Out There

Don’t blow my high…                                   “I’m in the zone babeeeeee!”                      Something my older like wise said.         Eyes red…                                                       Glossy like pearl essence.                           Barely even looking at me.                         To get up off the couch.                               He looked like…                                             Well…

Like he needed some help.                         Nah…                                                               Not likely…                                                     He got up off the potato in one sneeze.    I should have known.                                 He’s a soldier just like me.                          He was just high as high can be.              We…..

Don’t blow my high babeeeeee!