Anxiety continues to chain smoke my being , like it’s life depended on it.
Took a hold of my mind a succubus having a good time.
Left my weary dreary thoughts on soggy lines.
So everytime the pen hit pad, my paper ripped.
No more solace in this script.
It’s almost like he was cultivated in divine timing.
Just for me, hand picked like the finest silk.
Always provided the essences of honey cream.
Got lost in the sauce, this connection required no mix.
Falling in love with my reflection..
Only to crave more affection.
Gaze feeling like dissection.
Wanting to be lost on your words.
But lost on the relation in your focal and it became more vocal that you wanted to eat me.
Digest my juices slowly.
Prey to the ill conceived