one more black russian
By catz
one more black russian I walk through the door, home at last .... tired, so tired my head aches, my feet hurt ....sitting right there just a few steps away another five minutes oblivious to the pain I can call it a day it’s so far to the bed I bet my feet only carry me to the little wooden cabinet on the other side of the room the tall clear bottle it’s contents nearly gone the dark one beside it can’t see how much is left no matter.. it only takes one ....well, maybe two tonight pain, it wont last long ahhh…your warm caress surrounding me closing in on my body soothing away the aches i'm almost there your task nearly done damn, not quite, don't stop just one more black russian .... no more .... Dee Garner November 3, 2001Best pain killer I know of! Written November 3rd, 2001 © on Nov 03 2001 12:22 PM PST, Dee Garner 0 • 1
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"one more black russian..."