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MaryJane Doe May 2014
His scent
   lingered
and so did I
I drew him in
a pheromone high

Feeling things
        I'd never felt
I was high as ever
off the way that he smelt

Like labor
a nit and grit flavor
just strong enough to savor
with a hint
    of old leather
there is no smell better

feeling the scent (sent)
   like a love laced letter
his smell gets me high
always makes me feel better

A pheromone high
   I can't deny
as long as it lingers
          so will I
MaryJane Doe May 2014
Surely
  Before I
Open my eyes
I long for your affection

  Early
Each morning
Before I rise
I crave your true perfection

   Surely
This pulsing
Between my thighs
Cries for your attention

Early morning wood
Surely would be good
A daily dose injection

Surely
  The term
Good morning
Started
  With an *******
:) lols
MaryJane Doe May 2014
He's in too deep.
He can't seem to think.
Just how low
do you think he will he sink?
Caught in the undertow
of the current flow.
He treads
Slow
It can make or break what you knew
if you ride the rapids threw.
Will they take Scuba Steve too!?
He wont swim for the shore.
to avoid once more
the beauty in store
Only to find...
That he always wants more.
he learned from the past
but his oxygen can't last
and his air
Is depleting fast
high in the speed
and the passing sea ****
I heard Scuba Steve plead
I'm in too deep
and I can't seem to think
Just how low
Do you think
I will sink?
MaryJane Doe May 2014
I exhale
  & watch
As you go
  The essence of me
Caught on the window
   A constellation
      Of condensation
       & I trace your name
    Bleeding the meaning
Of true window pane
This has to be the short version. Must expand on this still.
MaryJane Doe May 2014
I'd follow you
  To the ends of the earth
I'd sell you my soul
     For what it's worth

A sign for the blind
    And brale for the deaf
You told me you loved me
   & then you left

       Theft!

An OxyMoron
     Stole my heart
Found my sutures
   & picked me apart

A blow to chest
    He rattled my cage
Took my paper heart
  & turned the page
MaryJane Doe May 2014
Liquor on her lips
    Long before she arrived
As She walked
    She had thoughts
Of a love
       Long denied
And her pride
   Fell
As she stumbled
   Straight to hell
Sipping
   On pre game
Shame blame
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