Adult Themes, poetry

Danger-us.

Those cheap thrills taste
best: empty whiskey bottles
and snapped cigarettes.
The ecstasy of angry make-up sex.
One hand on the wheel, side
eyeing me while edging
the speed. So go on:
thrill me. Kill me. Kiss
to revive me. Just never
forget that you are mine,
darling. . .

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