unblemished.
Aug 9, 2017 · 1 min read
intoxicated by the fragrance that is her perfume
wrapped in white clothing so thin her essence is yours to behold
every kiss that she gives is a burn to your lips
the fumes in her breath fill your lungs with excitement
she lets you tease her body with the wetness of your lips
going the length of her smoothe, tan skin
not too wet
just enough, so you can wrap her in her garments
a flame from an external source to consecrate your marriage
Mary Jane is a queen that I myself don’t acknowledge
as you take your next puff and I leave, unblemished.
