HARD RIDE

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Rough me up, dark as coffee.

Burrow deep, making me drip with
it.
Get me so high,
I forget how it feels to crash.
Entrapped in the web of pleasure,
Wrapped in the cocoon of delight,
Is a world of gain,
Compared to the price of pain.

My nicotine, my drug.
My darkest secret pleasure,
Hooked onto you,
I can’t seem to let go.
Trying to break free,
As inconceivable
As a snail trying to crawl out of
its shell,
As a leopard trying to change its
spot.
Riding high,
The wild waves.
Holding on till the end,
Until Crescendo hits.
written by Oladejo Damilola
auroralawton.do@gmail.com

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