Drug, by youMature

a little dose
of this drug
the drug
that is you
leaving my lips
swollen
my body
aching,
gasping,
begging
for more
the raw taste
of your mouth
you grasping me tightly
pulling me closer
can't let go
don't want to
kiss me
over and over
drunk on
how you taste
and feel
the way
you look at me
days
and nights
intoxicating
never
going to let go

The End

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