Selling Ass For Heroin

[theworstgenie]

Your clothes.
Off they go.

My bed.
Put it on.

Put on my bed darling.
It's what we both want.

We kiss, you moan.
Your lips, my own.
They touch, the tips.
Of what, it fits.

Let's switch it up a little hmmmmmmmm?

I'm past the point of sanity
Peace
I think I'll re-charge my battery
Fuck
I can hear the clattering
Metal
Of everything thats shattering
Love

Despite the tone of this poem, I AM happy.
I run
Jump
Kick
The fastest
Highest
And like nobodies business.

I love you.