To Her- Age is a Drug
With every whisper
every whimper
she sees her life crashing
"Take another hit"
he tells her, as she
pufs the sweet fumes.
He holds her close,
as he laughs.
He hands her a drink
to settle the new substance.
She looks at him,
alot older then her, yet she
strives for a moment to be in
his mind.
She's so tired, so stumbles
as she gets up, so he
picks her up, sets her
in the car, and takes her
home.
She can't catch herself,
so he walks her to the door,
to find her love, shaking his head.
He take over, giving this guy a look
and picks her up.
He lays her down on the couch
and kneals down beside her.
"Baby, what are you doing?"
He reaches down to her and
feels her pulse.
Her little body is going so fast,
and shaking a bit.
He kisses her, trying to stop
the tremors. He doesn't understand
why she continues to strive
for this. She tries so hard to
stop the urges, but with her love
away, and not hers, she just can't
help herself. Infatuation hits her,
and she has no clue how to over
come it.
He holds her close,
"One day, you will have me,
until then, please be careful, my love."
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