She was beautiful
very beautiful
Her lips
the most exciting red
like an inviting fire.
She was a druggie
so as we talked
she popped pills
smoked weed
snorted crack
and joked about heroin
But her lips
they were perfect
She was perfect
I wanted her
bad
She wanted drugs
she wanted my money
to buy her drugs
Those lips
I needed them
I needed to
feel them
I got what I
wanted
so did she.