You aren’t ‘just’ anything

Frothy fantasies

A private peep-show in my head

Replaying everything you once said…

About how you brought me back from the dead

So hypnotic, so erotic

You became my narcotic

It feels good to go down…

On you

An appetite for destruction

I welcomed you into my jungle

It’s so easy, to think about you…

Our emotions could fill the oceans

High then low tides

Oh…those dirty, filthy slides

Pictures inside of pictures inside of pictures

I have read every word of your scriptures

My love,

I have a fetish for life

Not strife

No one knows what the future will bring

You never were ‘just’ a fling

via Daily Prompt: Tide

5 thoughts on “You aren’t ‘just’ anything

  1. No guns, only roses,
    My gift for you.
    My heart and soul,
    Slashed open and true.
    Straddle my Axl,
    No Duff emotions here.
    Just Adled love sick,
    In need of my brownstone my dear.

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