Running low I miss having you In my mouth The taste so savory I don’t even know If I’d be able to go A whole day Without imbibing
By Chloe Wart11 months ago in Art
Love is love And the highest form of a drug I ever want to feel The true philosophers know That vibes trump vices And the proof is in the pudding
Feel my bones Sweet as stones pits of the lush fruit Naked after a decadent tasting Lost in love, Weaving thru the tender souls
