Melissa K Vigna

Groupies - Poem by Melissa K Vigna

A groupie's fucked up and falling down now
Why the hell was she in my house?
At the party she caught my glance
We'd talked at length about our pasts
She'd go where no one else would go
But how is it that I'm alone
With a beer in hand and a joint in mouth
It was ecstasy until she passed out
And now it's all coming back to me
I'd had her on her hands and knees
After waking up for the second time
I still feel high and so sublime

Topic(s) of this poem: fantasy

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 22, 2014

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