It's not very good, this happens after a period of literary abstinence.
I must play games for the sake of gaming
I must fake smile for the sake of winning you
Over
And over me
In your juicy rain
Soaked like a rag
Moist and greedy
I wrap your feet with idolatry
Grab you and tie you up in the arms of my hair
So you can't escape,
I choke your will
And dismiss your words,
I crush you
And savour the core
Like nothing else
I need
- to Mr. C.G
10.02.2021
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