Her fingertips inject me like heroine
Rushing through my veins
It feels like fire against my skin,
But I crave her all the same.
Her soft sweet flesh, a deep olive tone,
Against mine, vanilla-caramel blend.
They swirl together intoxicatingly
In too deep, no desire to swim.
So long in this endless withdrawal,
The first hit and I’m breathing in.
Her scent it fills me, I need to taste,
The nectar deep within.
She holds me close, and we melt away
Addicted to this drug.
So many of us call it sex,
But others call it love.
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