Poems from Adynna
An ode to you
my last thought at night
and one of my first in the morning
one day the Belle to my prince charming
no stolkholm syndrome...
To the world
I am a player
flirtation just a means to an end
and that end is my bed
just a statististic of my generation
using sex for...
Seems like ever since we met
I've been on this daring mission
to dismiss or validate
This growing condition
Once mistaken for just lust...
Am I odd
for wanting to seize onto muses
no matter the place
no matter the time
freeing my thoughts
my lust
on paper with pen
capturing...
I set fire to the souls of menWith words True storiesOf conquestsMy glories; My mistakes To them it’s tales of belt notchesBut to me heart...