Mary Jane

The flowers lying on the grave,
beautiful at the least,
smelled of the alluring Mary Jane
my last midnight feast.

I walked into her chamber
and slithered into her reach.
Mary Jane was beautiful
wavy sunshine hair that stood out and seemed to speak.

This type of beauty was
unable to compare.
I kissed from her collar to her temple and lower as I went
each touch sent some giggles and gently shook the bed.

Later on we shook it,
but now with much more force.
and i swear that I still I hear her moans
coming from her chamber door.

Then when things were over
I left without a word
thinking that while she slept
I would never be heard

But then she awoke
and said hard and stern
You can get the fuck out
or come back where you yearned

And taking the offer
I left her that day
and she left me too with her life
Mary Jane