Give In To The Night
I'm dusting the furniture of my mind.Taking it slow, feeding my flame,
that burns so softly around the wax.
Dizzy lights and smooth strides,
There's a girl in the corner smoking.
I can smell the nicotine,
that cracks and pops in the thin filter.
Her legs,
so soft,
under string fish net.
I reach out to touch her,
and she takes me all the way
into the darkness
of the lust-induced night.
By: Brandi Deacon
2010
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