Addicted
Did you know, you are my fix
I get high on your presence
Your scent removes my anxiety
Along with my reality
I’m addicted to you
Aching, craving another hit
A natural drug, that requires no participation
You are invasive, it’s relative in this situation
The smoothness of your wet inked skin
pressed hard against my breathless body
Has me searching for the soul of your being
Unbelieving you are real.
Copyright © Elizabeth Wilkin | Year Posted 2021
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