Spinning Bottles

I’ll spill my deepest secrets

Flaunt my fragrance down your throat and choke out your cravings

Let my golden river crawl down your skin so slowly and numb you down like novacaine

Silky slumber coats your veins, blood thinning as I intervene

Warm bodies breed warm bodies and I’ll cradle you, steady, in my eager arms

Hollow you out, fill you with myself until you spill over in a concoction of bold truth

Empty soul in the end, like the bottom of a bottle 

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