Addiction

How beautiful she is in fires light flames dance sparks off black marble eyes lips red and dripping sighs draw me to bosoms salted taste we lay first locked in passions moan inferno of sweet lovers heat she whispers her undying love bites flesh rakes nails along backs skin I swim in swirling shadows fall dizzy into the altered state breathless in the bloodied rapture the addiction that is she

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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