Amber

And all that steam got your esteem Coming at the seams like beams Shouting out your spleen in need Of passion cells so you don’t swoon Too soon when stress dwells In the sacral drinking from the martyr well grabbing your tummy you should’ve listened dummy To the symptoms men run from The humdrum of pre cum scare some So dumb like I don’t carry the rum In abundance in one thigh 

 The other leg is succumbing Baby, I am the Amber

Author's Note

ignore everything. let us vent.

Reviews

[April Blue]

Is this a vent?? I thought it was good, the way the words come together make it a good read...

[R]

Yes it was. I kind of just let it be lol. And thank you!