Poison

Whispers linger in the air, beyond your fingertips, her hair is long, a Blonde Eclipse...and then she's gone, no longer there. Still, wearing lingerie, persistantly unveiling all her secrets, i resisted, instantly my nervous system was inflicted, and predicted in my mind that crashed into the drive thru sign beside you, love of mine, that blows, exploding dove's that try to fly, all the way back home.
I've been wrecked again, demented, left for dead, all bent and dented, pain is swallowed and disected, lost and free of cost, you roam and honestly your like a moss or fungicide that grows inside a sewer, overflows with shite and effluents,
You know her?
Poison me.
It's easier.