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Sunshine Jan 2019
It looks almost
To good be true
Stood straight up
So what's a girl to do?

It's always good
to get a little tease
Before you **** it
all in to please.

So I grab it with both hands
Holding it, firm at the hard base.
Craving it so bad,  so glad
it's almost in my face.

My lips are ready
I take it all in
My throat is relaxed
Ready to perform a sin

Some say its *****
It's not like that for me
I love it, I even crave it
it makes me smile with glee

I **** real hard hard
I hold on tight
With one pull done
Good done right

A Milk white coat
Starts to build  to the top
My mouth in place
I Take it all, I don't slop.

Hits my throat
I **** it all
One big haul

I drain it clean
I take a minute to gloat
I wipe my mouth
I smile, I dote.

Laying my head back
I think to myself...

I better clean  up
Because It won't take long
Before I crave the sweet taste.
Of the big
The Huge,
The long
Sweet taste of my
****
Breanna evans Jan 2019
light a spark to burn away
thoughts that I have lived today
what time is it?

time for medication
mars Jan 2019
Golden on the tip of my tongue.
Still summer.
We are golden in the slow of time- rolling of the hip.
I love you too much. You and your slow moments.
Hot windows croaking birds 74 degrees and no wind.
**** on our pants, on our breath, in your hair.

Sweat on eyebrows, slick on our skin burning the car as smoke fills our lungs. Earthy tastes and red eyes.

I miss you, I miss you so much
Sunshine Jan 2019
A little green plant
Just ready to pluck
Crystal shining brightly
With any such luck

Find the best spot
Hang it down to dry
Watch it swing
Think about your supply


Highly be aware
of your buds
No one needs
Happiness turned dud

Take your time
While you clean
Smoking a seed
Is awful and mean

Favourite part ,break apart
Once Confined then grind

Smoke it all up
Sit back ,and unwind
that lil green plant
Will blow your mind.
Breanna evans Jan 2019
I see the picture, but
the sound's not playing
I see your lips move, but
don't hear what you're saying

because I'm not here

I'm over there,
somewhere,
sitting in a chair,
in a meadow
watching the weeds grow

I'm up there,
in that tree,
with only my company

I'm down here,
in this cave
with only myself
to save

I watch the picture
but there's still no sound
I watch you mouth for words
but none comes out
just a bunch of buzzing, ringing noises
Makayla Jordan Jan 2019
everyone has once loved a dandelion
unknowing that it’s a ****.
v Jan 2019
A second hit,
Green.
I’m clean
I’ll say I’m clean.
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