HAND’S JOB


      Don’t leave me this way, I don’t comprehends!

My heart belongs to you till is stop ticking!

Too many pills, too many bubbles,

Temptations on the dance floor….

The rhyme has no ages!

Flesh on display, bleeding kisses,

How happy am I?

Question mark?

Irony, there is no more capsules,

Hollywood has died!

Forgive me if I still act like a vampire,

Youth is the essence,

Too late to procreated,

Too early to explain!

Hand jobs shall be glorious,

To tell you goodnight!!!!




Author's Notes/Comments: 

so i may falls to sleep with a smile after the deed....addicted to the deed!