Pollinate
She’s so sweet,
I’m all I’m up in her nectar,
I eat up like Mr. Lecter.
Should I call or should I text her?
Next week she’s still running through my mind.
I guess possessed,
I wanna possess call her mine.
Chiropractor on speed dial I tend to break spines.
You have a spell over me love potion number nine.
Excuse me miss this ain’t my first time,
Fresh to death, birthed inside a hurst why?
Do I even bother confessing to these love crimes.
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