I like your crazy.

The look at me wrong and I’ll bust your nose, That slap a grand ma kind of cruel.

I love the deep, traumatised, smouldering brown of your eyes.




The anxiety laced in you flowing mane,

How it blinds me.

Chokes me of my breath

And thrusts into me.

You meet my crazy.

I smile, a million faces glossing my teeth white, I sway my hips with the experience of a thousand women.

Alluring and sad.

This crazy


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