Her Lips, My Drug

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    Her Lips, My Drug

     On a bed of roses, sleep
    Her soul, I'll forever keep
    Kiss her burnt red lips, my drug
    Between her warm lips I dug
    Wishing, waiting, wanting more
    I press her against the floor
    Wraping my arms round her tight
    Brish my lips against her, light
    Wrap her legs around my waist
    Put my hands up to her face
    Touch her body, and again
    Never wanting this to end

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    laydbak1 commented on Her Lips, My Drug

    08-03-2009

    Ah, the journey of lust and desire... Nothing quite like the beauty held by the agony of ecstasy... A good, short write....
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    XxPoeticxSoulxX commented on Her Lips, My Drug

    06-30-2009

    This is really good. i love it. it paints a picture in my head.
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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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