i imagine
kissing him would taste like
his vanilla tobacco and whiskey;
he would taste just like sin.
maybe thats why i find myself
drowning in my liquor
as i start to wish
my head was spinning from
the gentle graze of his lips instead,
not from this
cherry-flavored poison
I have in hand.
you're the poison that i want
and not having you
will still **** me.
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
i imagine
kissing him would taste like
his vanilla tobacco and whiskey;
he would taste just like sin.
maybe thats why i find myself
drowning in my liquor
as i start to wish
my head was spinning from
the gentle graze of his lips instead,
not from this
cherry-flavored poison
I have in hand.
you're the poison that i want
and not having you
will still **** me.
