This will sting for as long as I live.

Your words sting.

The familiar sting awakens my senses.

Some people are wicked.

The sun has set.

You agonise over the mistake you made.

There’s a lot of pretty girls but somehow or another I have avoided the bed… yet with just one bite and there is an itch begging to be scratched. Love Bug… I want a girl that wants all of me not just a taste but how long can I go without scratching?

This poem describes my inner voice…

Just a poem I wrote.

A poem I wrote based off of my poem “Survivor”. Also on personal experience.