YOUR SPECIAL LOVE POTION, WHICH GIVES MY BLOOD MOTION,❤

“DRUGGED!” a poem. a.k.a.: “Love Juices From Thee!” Monday, May 14, ‘18

Your love is a drug,

And you’re my bed bug;

When I wake in the morning, I just wanna “plug,”

YOUR SPECIAL LOVE POTION, WHICH GIVES MY BLOOD MOTION,

And the rash on my “b,”

Comes-from your biting-me,

But I won’t apply lotion,

Because I’ve the notion:

THAT-IF-YOU-BITE-ME-AND-WOO,

IM-MUNITY’LL ENSUE,

And, eventually, I’ll find,

Such a smooth, soft behind,

Which (pause)

You-can-just-pinch,

And it will be a cinch,

(I think)

To relax,

While-I’m-drugged to “The Max,”

With endorphins so “HOT,”

In my brain! I AM CAUGHT,

In your web of desire,

Come-on-”Spidey,” CONSPIRE!

I’m drugged! We’re alone, and I yearn for your moan,

And for my-moan also!

Gee, I’m captive, you know (pause),

SURRENDERED-IN-YOUR-ARMS,

HYPNOTIZED-BY-YOUR-CHARMS,

And DRUNK as can be – LOVE JUICE FROM THEE! 🙂

fin. ❤

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