Or have I ingested your food poison?

priyanka987 (29)in #poem • 5 years ago

Hey,

The fruits of my labor now turned rotten. Tasteful memories are nor forgotten.
Oh to feel your skin pressed against my lips.

How I savored your nectar as it'd drip. The sight of such fuzzy exteriors was now
making my vision blurrier. Dizzy and nauseated, was I sick