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Professor. There’s no place to go; enveloped by the moment and the need for my next fix,
Where’s my professor he makes it the best, never mind if he’s detested for his twisted intentions, suspect by most, sympathized by the rest.
He’s Professor and his intoxication is the only one I’ll ever dose.
I would disconnect myself from every need, to satisfy my want for its intense heat, electrified feel and oblivious state of being.
What can I say I’m addicted, lifted, and bound to fall. But what else is there to inhale accept these drugs I take in whole.
Woah..not what I was going for lol
The professor is suppose to symbolize the Devil, and my drug/fix are my pleasures that he makes available.
And the drug sensations I feel are metaphorical for other none drug related pleasures
Make some sense? This isn't really my style either..so if you got some constructive criticism, I'm willing to listen.
maybe something is wrong with
maybe something is wrong with me but I read it as either someone who is having sex with their prof or someone who loves the class and the lectures
Much Love
Ashley
Disclaimer: I don't do drugs.
Disclaimer: I don't do drugs.