Professional Lust

From the first drop of the hot shower,

To the last sip of the wine,

She feels the senses in her body,

Chilling, running down the spine.

She runs down the hallway, wraps him in her arms,

They plunge in the darkness of their fire,

The divine kiss, spreads their wings,

Burnt every ounce of energy in the body, they breathe back.

Morning, and she wakes up alone,

Looks up, everywhere, only to find her clothes thrown,

Snorts up her last stuff,

And another day passes, waiting for another one to come.

Sinner Man

Sinner Man

Rush of the blood down the pipe,

Burns the guts of that sinned insane,

Smoked the full pot of weed,

The smokes reached his nose drain,

Dissolved every part of his flexible brain.

Star gazing, moon raking, heavens asking and eyes fixing,

Fixing his glares to those burning flares,

Which reach the fluids in his brains?

Stimulus shot and ran through the nerves and he couldn’t refrain,

Nice feeling hit his forehead his temple, sweet emotion.

Rinsed in his sweat, panic, shock stricken overdosed,

Drowned in his own piss, was a stage he couldn’t face his eyes,

Walked a long mile just to breathe,

High, stoned could see everyone around him bleed,

Scary trip,took him deep in that never ending long lasting abyss.

“It is not necessary how much you get high,

What is necessary is that if you get high or not?”