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Each tiny little step
I can convince myself
she’s my drug source
especially from the girl
who has this perfect look,
in my eyes anyway. 
I turned to her because
all she ever wanted
was to have someone 
she could truly love. 
Without question
her devoted admiration
became my drug,
I have fallen hard
swimming in my addiction
she’s the only one
I can ever 
see myself
being with. 
Our descent in morality
takes a backseat 
when she wears
one our
favorite outfits. 
She’s a direct injection 
into the depths
of my veins
in stunning
hi-definition 
she obeys.  
When she plays
the highs reach 
this dangerous edge
from all sides
her beauty 
swims inside me. 
Balanced so effortlessly 
I am forever united
she’s tied down
suspended just inches
from a hovering kiss 
where lips 
just barely touch.  
In that suspension
her flawed body
looks doll-like
so easily held
in praying fashion
I take hold
and apply the pressure
that makes
the release
much more
pleasurable. 
Seconds,
to minutes
drawn to hours
until days 
take hold. 
Needing her drug
in every moment
of every day
it’s an obsession
something
she planned 
that I succumb
to her attraction
where she said
she was the one
drawn in my direction. 
Her arms
outstretched 
I crawl in them
undressed and undone
all clasps
and buttons
that kept her clothed
are gone. 
In all honesty,
her nakedness,
is a lovesick disease
I’ve come to accept
I’ll never 
get over.