http://slow.writerscafe.org/am532139 The original writings of author Pûñk Berry en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021685 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My whole goal as a poet's to berelaxed in orbit,,,At war with' a bottle, as CaptainMorgan attacks my organs,,,My slow flow is euphoric, it's like Irap endorphins,,,I made a pact with the Devil thatsays "I'll let you take me,,,You let me take this shovel, dig upthe corpse of Jack Ke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am532139/1389093/ It's morning, you wake, a sun rayhits your face,,,Smeared makeup as we lay in thewake of destruction,,,Hush baby, speak softly, tell meyou're awfully sorry,,,That you pushed me into thecoffee table last nightSo I can push you off me,,,Try and touch me so I can screamat you not to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am532139/1389082/ We touch I feel a rush,We clutch it isn't much,But it's enough to make mewonder what's in store for us,It's lust, it's torturous,You must be a sorceress 'causeyou just,Did the impossibleGained my trust don't play gamesit'll be dangerousIf you f*+k me over'Cause if I get burnt I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/am532139/1380596/