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Hazy Touch
residing hell's song
our symphony of moans
falling back into her
like I'm two people
the good and the evil
outer demon feasting on her sex
inner angel is left with regret
when her legs wrap around
it’s bewitching
she has away to my heart
and away between
somewhere is her conscience
somewhere is she...
feeling a little bit faded
kind of hazy
blaming it on the alcohol
I prefer her sinister smile
unempathetic, emotionless
they say she’s kind of a whore
it’s ok, that's what I asked for
someone to jump on that pole
drain my seed and leave
never asking questions
about the lover that laid beside her
but still, deep down, I crave more
I have away to her heart
and away between
somewhere is my conscience
somewhere is me...
feeling a little bit faded
kind of hazy
blaming it on the alcohol
it’s hard to stay sensible
when she fucks like a drug
keeping me high with her flirtation
I could never get enough
her love is an empty well
with care so hollow
but when I try to let go
I find myself at her door again
Author’s note: Just an older poem i edited. Nothing to do with my relationship now.. hehe :-)
our symphony of moans
falling back into her
like I'm two people
the good and the evil
outer demon feasting on her sex
inner angel is left with regret
when her legs wrap around
it’s bewitching
she has away to my heart
and away between
somewhere is her conscience
somewhere is she...
feeling a little bit faded
kind of hazy
blaming it on the alcohol
I prefer her sinister smile
unempathetic, emotionless
they say she’s kind of a whore
it’s ok, that's what I asked for
someone to jump on that pole
drain my seed and leave
never asking questions
about the lover that laid beside her
but still, deep down, I crave more
I have away to her heart
and away between
somewhere is my conscience
somewhere is me...
feeling a little bit faded
kind of hazy
blaming it on the alcohol
it’s hard to stay sensible
when she fucks like a drug
keeping me high with her flirtation
I could never get enough
her love is an empty well
with care so hollow
but when I try to let go
I find myself at her door again
Author’s note: Just an older poem i edited. Nothing to do with my relationship now.. hehe :-)
Published 24th Mar 2017
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Anonymous
24th Mar 2017 7:22pm
Sounds like a helluva siren's call. Enjoyed this one
26th Mar 2017 7:12am
24th Mar 2017 7:23pm
I'd pick a favourite stanza but my good God this entire piece is perfection. Truly amazing skill you have in crafting words and images for the mind to devour. Excellent.
26th Mar 2017 7:16am
You are so nice. Such an amazing compliment. You are ok 😉 Hehe 😋 J/k though. You always blow me away with your skills for sure 🤗
Anonymous
24th Mar 2017 11:44pm
Really enjoyed this Killa...quite a few lines in here made ma'girlie parts twitch! *evil grin*
xoxo Taryn
xoxo Taryn
26th Mar 2017 7:23am
Anonymous
25th Mar 2017 6:11am
There you go being a damn lady killa again. Your works makes us feel and imagine things of the never before
26th Mar 2017 7:25am
Glad I could live up to my name 😁 I'm very greatful to have anyone read and feel my words. Thank you so very much 🤗
25th Mar 2017 10:40am
This reminded me of Crawling Back To You (Arctic Monkeys)
"it’s hard to stay sensible
when she fucks like a drug
keeping me high with her flirtation
I could never get enough" > really love this part especially 'she fucks a like a drug' (so creative)
Again... you painted a great picture for us to enjoy...
"it’s hard to stay sensible
when she fucks like a drug
keeping me high with her flirtation
I could never get enough" > really love this part especially 'she fucks a like a drug' (so creative)
Again... you painted a great picture for us to enjoy...
26th Mar 2017 7:30am
