Addictive
Addictive
Wait,
Stop,
Think!
Can you imagine a world
with out me?
Compare it to swimming
without a breath.
To life without the heart,
to love not shared,
to glamour without the flare.
It's hard I know,
because a one chance meeting
will have you needing my soul.
I'm addictive.
I'm more phenomenal than Mya's woman.
I'm addictive,
I'm the part that makes you whole.
I can be your spring,
or your winter.
I can be the spark
or end to your flame.
Can you Imagine a world
without me?
I am your cure to detoxing,
I am the drug that got you there.
Addictive. Addictive. Why am I?
When you read these lines I'm not
talking about my sex
although I've heard it's the best.
It's my soul,
my mind.
It's the secrets I share.
My soothing voice filled
with care.
It's me whole,
nothing changed,
no one to compare.
So when I ask a question like
Can you Imagine a world without me.
Don't wait,
Don't stop
Don't think.
Because that will get you
lost in mesmerizing thoughts
of me.
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