1/31/17

Seeing You Through the Eyes of My Fingers

I'm going to fuck you senseless someday
Your skin will wear the outline of my palm
Your own muffled moan will wreck you
within explosive unconscious
And you'll wake to me still taking you
I'm going to empty my hard in your soft
Your neck will feel my teeth, not starving
Your last wish will be that no one
shows up to your intervention
And you'll die wanting more of my drugs

Poetry from A Bar in Brooklyn by Shane Windham
E-book and paperback coming spring of 2017

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