Addiction just wasn’t something
I ever thought I’d have to pay.
In order to experience this kind of girl
meant I’d have to go
to different kind of place.
The truth serum
slipped easily into veins,
it’s hard to admit
at being such a
willing participant.
Especially when,
right and wrong we’re staring at me
directly in the face.
The only excuse I can give,
for being such an addict,
I was trying to play a game
I was obviously not very good at
and so I listened to her messages
brought on by her needled tongue.
Maybe it’s true instead,
I needed her pleasurable mouth
using all kinds of words
that I never really knew
before all of this had gotten started.
Now I wake each morning
pretending I don’t need her drug,
but in reality, I’ll go crazy
trying to replicate this fix I need.
That warm flood of pleasure
threatening to cause an end.
Yesterday was never coming
I’m now stuck in a thorn tree
where we love-junkies
are meant to be.
I’m filthy,
and both of us are caught equally
underneath life’s spotlight
with our pleasure soaked hands
palms face up surrendering.
Empty words fill the images
where we pay such a high price
being all love-rich
it seems so ridiculous now
because come tomorrow
we’re going to be stuck here.
Maybe I’ll never leave her side
I know I’m trapped by this girl
sociable or otherwise
I can’t help myself
but to offer up my wrists
and just let her
have her way.
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