Sincerely, Jennifer x

My boyfriend loves me,

more than the high,

he was beholden to,

and the wife,

who had his devotion,

until I got my way,

and wrapped my wayward ways,

around his tortured tongue.

He tells me I taste

like a candy store,

and he’s thankful for the way I taste,

and for my taste,

in men.

He eats me up,

until he’s full,

and has no room,

for the needle,

and the nag,

he left behind.

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