HIGH (She's My High)A Poem by H. A. M.Is it a girl ,a drug or both? You decide.I was told not to f**k with you. Put no trust in you. Don’t even look at you. But your tempting. Seduction from you is Like prey being stalked. But you don’t need me You do it for the sport. Sized me up when I got here. “I know I can get him.” Your lips form a whisper But it’s those curves that are so damn loud they make me stare. It’s a party environment but I don’t see the crowd. I don’t think you’ll come over here but you do. And when you get over here you introduce your self as the street prescribed narcotic. Your something I need. You say “I’ll make you feel good “ you say. You just want to get into my head and stay. To see the thoughts behind my eyes Just like… I want to get between those thighs.. My downfall. Your Disguised as smoke and I inhale you Deeply. To big a puff I inhale the rush and my virgin lungs can’t take in all of you. (cough) You laugh at my inexperience and coax me to do more of you. ..while still coughing… I say “Sure.” You use parts of me for things I hadn’t thought of. For things not intended. I comply only because I’m extended. …and high. from your affection/attention you paid to me. Should I feel used? Should I feel like a fool? Maybe. I’m still too stunned to notice. And the euphoria is so ‘oh my god’ like. You just want to use me to make yourself feel good? Okay. “Do what with my tongue?” I comply. Your lips are made for kissing and tasting your wisdom. But don’t speak to me. Communicate with your body poetically. …hmmmm…. Your delivery is enticing and sinful. Delightfully erotic. Once the pleasure is over and your done playing with your kill. ….I taste the inside of your mouth. I’m nodding off. If some one doesn’t wake me up from this blissful dream I’m going to die with the smell of you in my nose and the taste of you on my lips. How divine I feel right now with you…. next to… me.
© 2008 H. A. M.Author's Note
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Added on April 2, 2008AuthorH. A. M.St.Louis, MOAbout"I hope you live to be one hundred years old and me a hundred minus a day so I won't know good people like you passed away." DJ Phylosophy. Hey YOU! Sorry for the absence. I'm having conection pro.. more..Writing
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