Miss Bliss

Miss Bliss insists
I can't resist
Making my skin
Her next target

I was the mark
Under her fingertip
Taking the hit off her
Shotgun lips

Miss Bliss drifts
Into mischief
Fighting through
An artifice

I was the mark
Under her fingertip
Taking the hit off her
Shotgun lips

Pressing toward a precipice
Stripping out of edifice
She permits no permanence
She won't say that she longs for me
She won't give up her honesty

Miss Bliss slips
From consciousness
Losing grips
On her limits

I had begone
Reverse tolerance
The more I took in
The harder she hit



Credits
Writer(s): Sean Halls
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