Explore.
Her lips are like morphine.
She draws you in
with burning eyes,
like cigarettes in the night.
A flick of the wrist,
and she has you on your knees,
begging for a chance.
She lights a cigarette,
blows ring around your face
and smiles at your expression.
She just might break you,
and she just might burn you
but she just might save you
if you let her try.
She’s all diamond rings
and lace in secret places,
she guides your hand to explore.
With her blessing,
you’ll explore.
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