Fragile innocence, broken with his touch,
lingers in a dank, smoke-filled room's center.
Silken locks reflect my souls lost softness
as words slur with regret of the hearts choice.
Jack Daniels is name I now fondle;
he doesn't betray my tender feelings.
Lips no longer enjoy the taste of life,
only the tar that stains life-giving lungs.
Hiding tears that would tell all of my pain,
this fragile angel gives into lust's call.
Tonight, as I lie beneath him crying,
more than my curves will be penetrated,
I will find my way further into hell.
9:26PM
05-25-06
© Viyanna Rosemarie Langager-Bender
Author notes
i have never been a drinker though i am in recovery from drug addiction
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Fondle.
I love it. The word makes me smile. Or I'm just that weird.
Amazing poem, very grabbing and is easy to swiftly read... fondle... (lol)
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Jack Daniels is my friend. I have a poem about him somewheres. A very griping write from you I see here.
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