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Addicted

I wake, work, eat, sleep, and dream you. This emotional journey before us - almost too much to bear sometimes. Yet, every time I hear the ringing of the phone, or see your name pop up online, I know that I am addicted to you. But it is far more than that, and please listen very closely. I am a very reasonable and sane person, not given to idle whims or fancies, not taken in any more by false hopes and promises. Yet, somehow, you are different - very different. I don't know what happened, or how or why, but I feel as though I fell out of a cloud, tumbling down to earth to a sure death - and at the last possible second, you caught me in your arms. Yes, I am addicted to you, but I know the consequences of addictions, and, fear not, I will not harm you or cause you pain in any way. Of that, I give you my humble word. I want to breathe you, to feel you, to taste you, and to hear your soft whispers against the sensitive nape of my neck - telling me that you're addicted, too.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 5/6/2016 9:51:00 AM
John Cornell, this is an awesome poem, thank you for sharing. ~SKAT~
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Date: 4/24/2016 8:41:00 AM
John, nicely penned. Glad to read your poem today. Luv *LINDA*
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Date: 12/9/2010 1:20:00 PM
those would have been my exact words sometime ago. they were a gift to me this day. i have a piece like this one you might like it's called "stonecold in love" it's love that we are addicted too. John Henry Loving III
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