Preview Poems from the books Eclectic Whispers and Intuitions
1. Poem Title: Almost Gone, Heated spoons and liquid mixes Put in needles for our fixes Youur proclivities never tease us As your habitualness begins to please us Our minds open as the pleasure comes Leaving us in a state called comfortably numb a plethora of tracks on our arms With each step closer... Sign in to see full entry.