What's my addiction? Is it the scent of your freshly shaven face? The upright curves of your frown.... Light that glimmers in eyes so almondy brown... Is it the lust of your embrace? The thrust your manhood creates? Abusing this...
What's my addiction?
Is it the scent of your freshly shaven face?
The upright curves of your frown....
Light that glimmers in eyes so almondy brown...
Is it the lust of your embrace?
The thrust your manhood creates?
Abusing this substance of intoxicating fumes,
Love potion number 9,
Or it is the cursed kiss of doom?
We tumble, you fight,
We laugh, I cry,
We touch, you lie,
We're happy, I die,
To be addicted to a substance so strong where withdrawal has given no command,
To linger in pain but hope the very punisher will be your savior,
To submerge yourself in its unique pleasure while unconsciously pleading your surrender,
It hides, conceals, protects, deceives...YOU... from the pain but only for a few still moments, soon you'll awaken to a new same day,
If you choose to let it remain,
What's your addiction?
Contrabands or legal sips, tips and smokes,
Whether through the needle, the bottle or the blow,
The need to ease the unwanted pain never actually goes,
Inside a love-ly maze of doubt and mistrust,
Or are you laying flat on the unfulfilled life of dust?
That addicting craving is lurking behind.... a bartender, a dope dealer, a molester, a one night fling or that abusing band of a wedding ring.
The fact remains, the truth untamed that our addictions are never truly maimed.......
Finding other outlets of release rather than succumbing to an abusive drug would be the proper reprieve,
But are you willing, able and sure?????
Or is this 'addiction' just too much to cure................