Her body is of a smooth slender frame,
My lips gently enclosed around her teats,
I suffer from an addiction I failed to tame,
And she shall die upon my decease.
I suck all of her poisonous cloudy milk,
and watch as she slowly dissipates,
embracing a cloak of ash, in place of a veil of silk,
as her soul floats towards heaven, leaving me in dire straits.
Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2016
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