Flat Broke Now (Blood Money, Pt.2) Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

I don't crave flowers
I want the passion, the thorns
I don't crave money
I want you to screw me,
For you, I'm the virgin,
Pure and reborn
I want your soul
I want your poetry
Forget all the rest
Forget the marriage:
An impossible, senseless test
Please don't take me to Rome
Please don't take me to Paris
Please take me to heaven, to home
When you thrust inside me
Heaven; we can share this
I'll get high just from your presence
I know you can hear this:
The thing I see
Inside of you
Which is inside of me
Who needs marriage
Let's become warriors, fearless
No Kids, a family, a partner!
I give something better:
Secret love like fire
All passion, smoke, and flame
It can be our little secret
Our little game.

Who cares about the rest?
Just listen to the way I say your name
As I let your real self course through me
It fucks its way into my veins
And, I'll scream out loud
I'll scream your name,
And my, my, what gain, as I drive
us both insane


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