Young Lovers Poem by Jack Ingram

Young Lovers



Ecstasy moans from painted lips,

between the grinding of lustful hips,

fucking while on acid trips,

minds filled with desire.

Eclipsed in passion’s vicious hold,

believing nothing that they’re told,

promising never to get old,

and to set the world on FIRE.

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