This poem belongs to Jasmine Jackson. Don’t steal her work!
You’re like a book I want to explore the pages, run my fingers over the letters and connect with a complete predicate… Inhaling it …
Watching for adventure… weaving through the lines, figuring alliances and truly connecting…investing…prospecting
Continuing growing… I’m glowing ha.
You are a good pull of a spliff, so smooth upon my lips… Smoke rising, inhale that bitch … You remind me of the last page of a best seller when I finally relax from all that drama… Like that tickle after an orgasm
And you proceed to lose it? I do this…
A breath of fresh air…baby