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she said my lips tasted like honey,

even though they were corrupted by opioids and money.

but maybe she tasted the cane sugar and the rosewater i poured over my lips,

so she wouldn't realize the way my way drug addicted heart skips.

she said my form reminded her of aphrodite;

she said "kiss me more', she said, " baby, excite me".

but my brain's function was slowing down as i kissed her with my lips the color of molasses.

she thought she was seeing the best of me but my darling was in need of her glasses.

she said to sweeten her bitterness with my touch,

but i asked why she wanted to taste like cream when i loved black coffee so much.

she ignored me though and she kissed me again so my poison lips could touch her,

and then she smiled a smile that was sweet like artificial sugar. 

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it's funny how looking at the world from your lenses inspired this.