I kept crawling back to his sandpaper door step, desperate for one last taste of ether.
His poetic sexual convictions had me tied up in a phone chord of confusion.
Now tell me please, how had I never been teased like this before.
Worn out knees to the bone, I prayed to bleed dry of my ghostly feelings for him.
Praise God, that the mood dried up and we both withered back to our divine decree.
Resurrected from his undertaking I proclaimed “no more sadistic love sissors cutting at my heartstrings.”