Her body is an addiction

Suspend me in that placid animation

Let veins flow with exhiliration


Spirits will lift with the corners of our lips

Feel the desire curve down your hips


There is a magnet in your words – a force

Waves of a mind I dare not oppose


It seems I've fallen three times

Fragments of me, myself, and I


Seen, felt, coveted and free

Your imperfect edges have surrounded me


A drug – in my thoughts, air, and sight

Craving the addictions of your nights


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