Live Grenades and a Fertility goddess -15.10.21

Jumped out functioning aircraft 

because 

CO thought jumping from functioning aircraft was a great idea

Now because I like the rush 

One of my first memories Auntie dragging us into the Ladies transfixed by the blonde in a LBD

My 2 root addictions beauty and danger.

Flashes 

Whiskey-soaked wench growling stretched across bed her home wrecker body making promises of heaven

Heroin

 a weak distillation 

Her taste, smell, and touch taking me higher and further into me disease

Forward firebase Julie. A grenade, rubber band a cigarette burning   

a fire team watching smoking “last” cigarettes?

I guess we just don’t care

Tommy catches it, as the spoon pops 

Throws 

fire in the hole!

Wench not answering 

Her last text bored with Swedish Barbie. I know better by the moonlight it will be alright

My 

I need to tell her while I bite her neck she digs nails, teeth into me, wraps legs arms around me

she will explode 

Screaming moaning, growling

My life

My love

My lust

My drug

All my wench

My Goddess