Girls send him texts:
Need 2 CU
Out most nights
He’ll casually take a break from
Checking his phone
To lie around…
It’s temptingly easy
He might
Give a little
Grab
Stick a couple of
Fingers in
Maybe two or three
The girls don’t mind
Held captive in
That state
They’ll let you
Kiss them
Whatever you want to do
Make sure they
Take the stuff first
Just after it kicks in
The world is your oyster
I have to see you
I’m starting to get sick
He loves being wanted
Grateful girls
When he delivers the medicine
They need
Although
He’s the one
Who
Made them
Need it
Soon he’ll be a
Saviour again
He’s solving problems while
Rotting souls
Filling all the girl’s holes
Making them numb to their pain
What a shame it was
The day
They met him.
F.
Pupil Dilating Gif from Giphy
Fallen Angel On the Run 
I like the content because there is power there, if women can see it. Well written. I am going to write of something related this weekend, which to me will be a comment on ‘the difference between love and a fuck’ following on from ‘pure woman’. Yes, a great post and thought provoking to say the least 🙂
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Thanks a lot David! I’m happy you enjoyed it. Very interested to read about this, “difference”. Hope you’re having an inspiring weekend 🙂
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I am still trying to catch up with other writing, but the difference piece has not been forgotten 🙂
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Oh, that disguise – beautifully expressed
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Thank you for reading Shantanu! I truly appreciate your kind presence.
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My absolute pleasure
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Jeeeeesus, I thought you where talking about me, the only thing wrong in that poem was that ¨ I need them¨, only when drunk though.
Nice poem.
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Maybe I was 😉
Thank you! So glad you liked it 🙂
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such exposure
of unfilled holes
in the heart 🙂
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Thank you for reading 🙂
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