Random darling

I picked you off from the streets

Hijacked you in your orange dress

And left you in me to breathe

You fester like a secret

You draw blood from my wounds

You snake you way into my dreams

You find your way into my nightmares

You fill them with you laughing screams

Random darling

Hot lips blow wind on my eyes

You kiss me in the dead of the night

Whisper songs I don’t remember

You cut my skin

In your sinful surrender

Random darling

Around my wrist

Coiled like a charm;

Picked off from the streets

Random diversion

To fit my needs

Baby, come close

Once more

Teach me how to breathe

Again

 *In between Tinker bell rescuing Antara and my actually putting down the whole rescue operation worth a half miracle - I was thinking about hookers - that parade on the street and buy customers for a night. Do they mean anything more to such men who are looking for just sex, paid sex - or even some more. One can never say. But can always hope that there are connections, even there. 



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