Medicine Monday x Poetry
bipolar promiscuity...
your touch ruined me..
fluidly...
we became one within an embrace
im stirring the pot, didnt know how it would taste..
bipolar promiscuity
every time we fuck its brand new..
every time we make love its darius and nina..
i got the love jones.. cant shit come between us
bipolar promiscuity..
wonder who I’ll meet today.
scenarios wander through my mind, as we lay
spotless mind
you clean up from behind
that feel good pain
that shit jaz was talking about in "veins"
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