Dirty spike

It isn’t your mystery
Or history
That makes me stick around.
It isn’t because you pound
Away from me,
Or have the right key.
I stay
Because you just may
Be a habit, an addiction,
Just a whirl-twirl fiction,
a greasy slab of meat,
dirty spike on the bottom of my cleat.

 

KEEP_READING 🙂
LOVE ❤ ❤

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