Tongue at your thighs,
staring deep in your eyes.
Tasting peach oceans-
warm, full of lies.

Whispering sweetness, legs starting to shift-
feeling the rhythm, tension uplifts.

Kiss on your neck, sweet- no reason to hurry,
stroking you slowly, lost in your body's flurry.

A breath on the ear, hands on your waist,
feeling your moans like a song made of grace.

Your arch, your song-
why can’t we belong?

Pain disguised as boredom
masked by being high all the time.
Hotboxing with denial,
thinking there's nothing wrong with mine

mind drowned in reassuringly comfortable lies.

**** controlling without objection -
past trauma hidden deep with suppression.

But one more hit will make me feel wise.

Had to quit to grow and wake up.
I'm sorry we had to go and break up -
but an addiction to numbness
can't be what I continually take up.

Dance for me like you're not working-
smiling eyes, look deep in my soul.
The beat bumps irrelevant nothings
while I let you take control.

Hips speaking more than words,
and I sit and contemplate the show.
Although I'm paying, it's not faking
to say I don't truly know:

Was this moment real - and does it matter,
if I'm still happy when I get home?

Wandering to a place that I have no intention of staying,
wondering what my mind has me saying.
Multiple thoughts running around inside
and nobody near to clear my bind

Im stuck.

So many options, too many to choose
Maybe one more will get back my old views,
Flavors behind the glass looking almost like candy
For $30 though like, you could just buy a brandy
Or maybe a cake -something else that you can actually enjoy.

One puff and my mind is ‘awake.’
And we’re stuck again with this ******* cancer toy.
This **** makes me feel terrible and irritable af
Why is it that I cant give it the **** up?

Wanting a hug that doesn't seem to come
texts left hanging, I guess we're undone.
Wasn't asking for much,
just a chance to be heard.
Feel like a munch,
faded plans and no word.