lolita’s poem


Your love is my cigar
Sweetly and slowly burning
In my mouth
Twirling and fading
Exhaled and lost again

And Pinot Noir smeared on my lips
And blue black sky
And you and I on secret balconies
way up high
Drinking on velvet lies

And your black diamonds for eyes
Piercing into mine
And it feels so good I could almost die

And I would go to the ends of the world, if it would make you love me


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