Ill Kiss The Reaper Poem by Gary Hembree
Ill Kiss The Reaper
I shutter in cold sweat.
My mind melts away.
Im locked in a endless dream of euphoria.
Yet my eyes are open.
Puplis narrow.
She kisses my arms with a sharp tongue.
I cant breathe without her.
When she takes me she flows through me like water.
She took all I had.
Each time worth it.
Bring me close to death.
Ill kiss the reaper, then return for more of my white lady.
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