dances with the devil,
more thoughts of forever
i sit here on my deck looking off to the clouds
Imagining spotlights and semi- large crowds
the smell of musk and the pungant but sweet smell of weed
i wish they could see the love of my cigarette puffs the wants and need
i wait as nicotine becomes my best friend yet some how
as my microphone connects with my mouth
hot not cold for once i forget what i was told
the stage fright begins as i start to open my mouth
not trying to sing more or less i hope to bring a little
the sinister glow the brown withdraw as i inhale
toxins yet so o so there and carrying me around
no large buzz but still the simplicity of the satisfaction intrigues me
but i keep it up the slow glow in a depth of darkness such reverence
like the first time my hand felt her chest i got beneath the cloth
this lady i hold in my mouth though deadly is ever so lovely, my love
the devil who plays tricks on me just for kicks
the relationship the gray hair but the seduction and looks of a twenty something its sick
but the experience even when done and were naked and her butt is below me
she has infused my clothing her perfume has done this to me
she leaves me with a reminded a taste in my mouth
from every kiss she gave me . i hate this more than ever
fucking substitutes