Addicted
Did you know, you are my fix?
I get high on your presence.
Your scent dissolves my anxiety,
along with my reality.
I’m addicted to you,
aching, craving another hit.
A natural drug that demands no permission—
you’re invasive, yet welcome in this submission.
The smoothness of your inked skin,
wet and pressed against my breathless body,
has me searching for the soul of your being,
unbelieving you’re real.
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