Extinguish your cigarette
in the ashtray of
my open palm.
Abuse me like you abuse your
cocaine.
There are things better left alone.
...too late.
When you feel like drinking
wine again,
drink my blood.
My moans can be your
rock'n'roll as you fuck
my mind.
There are things better left untouched.
...too late for us.
Things Better Left Alone
© Copyright: Марина Смерека, 2006
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