Words

Simply slithering, sultry words
ricocheting in my mind,
sneaking through eyes;
the greatest high.

Tender, on tips
of placid pages--
black ink: a drug,
taints me.

Tempt with beauty,
luscious words,
that have calmed
my endless craving.

But words,
my drug of choice:
tease me not,
torment me not--

Drip
into
me:
creativity. 

The End

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