Monday Midnight

by Sam Azam   Aug 28, 2007


I have wet dreams and cocaine rise.
Damp socks and glassy eyes.
Left hand fingers and sleeping skies.
Heavy panting and sexual cries.
Messy hair, drug induced hypnotise.
We don't talk about love, just undo our flies.
Intoxicated nights, my reprise.
She fu-cked me slowly and told no lies.
Begin my flatline, it's my demise.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Alyssa Marie

    I fell easily in the presence of this poem, lying there, almost. It was perfectly dictated in the words of guilty carelessness and just straight truth. You could have changed the last line's rhyme though =] Still, beautiful. 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by lish

    Wow this is a relaly powerfull poem, i love your wording and the rhyme is excellent 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Fsams

    Overall a good poem 4/5. The rhymes are excellent I would say. You can improve a lot my dear :)

    Tc
    Fsams

  • 17 years ago

    by Stephanie

    Wow. Lol. :P
    Now, that is a poem! Nicely done.
    The word usage was good & the flow was flawless... && it was VERY unique.

    "I have wet dreams and cocaine rise.
    Damp socks and glassy eyes."

    ^ Wonderful job. 5.5 :)
    -- Stephanie Lynn .+.

  • 17 years ago

    by Michelle18

    Uhm wow...this is interesting.... some sexual stuff here lol...i like it 5/5

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