Made Love To A Clove
- Writers Pouch

- Mar 15, 2020
- 1 min read
Troubled boy, desperate for me
I lay my eyes on you
And fall for your cruelty
Honey my heart’s got no beat
You left your lighter in my sheets
Rather impetuous, rather weak

Smokey you kiss me wild
I run my fingers through your insecurities
Stirring the blankness of your mind


